Fight

P. Thirty two

LUNA
'Our typical annoying man Robert Doornbos and Tom Coronel.' Rob introduces the two man at the table. I smile. 'And our special guest needs no introduction, Torro Rosso driver Guusje Power.' That's sweet of him. 'So let's first talk about your crash.' I nod. Already six weeks ago that it happened.
'Yeah I think you all saw the footage. I got launched in the air by Lance.'
'Of course Lance,' Tom says. Smiling I shake my head.
'I'm not gonna answer on that. I ended up with a light concussion, bruised ribs and a broken arm, at least the cast had the right color.' Blue, like Toro Rosso.
'It was a tiny break right?' I nod.
'Yep luckily. It was my first time breaking a bone. I was done after one day. I thought it would be more exciting some how?' I don't know why I thought it would be exciting. The good thing we had a break, that still sucked. But other wise I would've missed a race.
'How long did you had the cast.'
'Just two weeks.'
'Your summer break must have sucked.' I nod at Tom.
'It did. I have like no tan.' My skin has the slightest tan and I hate it. I was going for that good tan this summer. People chuckle in the background.
'You did had some fun, let's show them.' I already know what they are gonna show. A video of me working in the club, me taking a shot with some fans.
'You has a good amount of shots.' I get teased. I couldn't help it, wanted to drink away the pain. My pretty drunk on the screen, I feel my cheeks blush.

'You said you don't wanna drive at Ferrari?' I shake my head quickly. That article went all around the world.
'I did not said that. They turned it, like media does. I said I didn't necessarily need to drive at Ferrari, they aren't my goal. My goal is the get at a world championship. And if that's with Ferrari, Mercedes or a different team I don't care. Ferrari is an awesome team, an Italian team, my roots are Italian, but that doesn't mean I need to drive at Ferrari right?'
'I think you did lost some fans though.' I chuckle. Could be.
'I don't know. It's my opinion, it's my career and if you don't agree with me you can go, no I love my fans.' I smile. I don't wanna loose fans. But it is that simple really. In my opinion your fan of someone because you think that person is good, not because of which team he, or she, is driving. Of course it counts a little, but the skills counts the most.
'You are good.' I look at the dude sitting on the other side of the table.
'What do you mean?' Good in which way? It's the way he tells it.
'Well you legit have power. Two middle fingers in the air and fuck everyone. You have bouncier. Last time with the team order, you said what's on your mind. Don't fuck with Guusje. People seriously can't mess with you that quick.' That's nice to hear. Even though I am a real softy, but I've changed allot the last 3 years. Things that happens to me are making me stronger. 'Sick, don't care you wanna drive. And I think no matter in how much pain you are you'll continue. We all had our opinion when you were announced, you weren't gonna last long or you were gonna be weak, something in that way. But you aren't and you show that females can be in this sport.' I think most drivers have such a big passion for this sport that they wanna continue no matter what. But do I think that the men want more females in the sport? No. In the way of grid girls again? Defiantly yes.
'Well thank you. I try my best.'
'There is already so much pressure on drivers their shoulders, I assume there is maybe a little more on you as only female. F1 is already a though sport, physically and mentally.' Robert continues. I did not expected they were going to be so nice to me. Normally they are a bit harsher.
'Thanks for emphasizing it.' Some chuckles. 'And those extra hormones once a mouth are such a great help too.' I smile.
'Yeah we noticed.' More chuckles.
'Yep.' I smile. Maybe those extra hormones are a good thing, not always but most of the time.
'But you angry... we don't wanna see that either.' Lewis. I look down for a second.
'You almost did. I have to admit I can loose my temper pretty quick. But me really angry, no you don't wanna see that. I will break shit.' I'm almost getting myself mad now, thinking back. The boys are smiling.
'I believe that.'

'Here is a complication of Guusje's first half year plus two races at Torro Rosso.' I'm curious what he made for me. It start with my board radio of the first race, a video of me dropping my phone. 'No! I didn't know that was caught.' I've never seen the video. I just totally missed them I guess. Some more stupid board radio's, I made allot of stupid board radios with dump questions or questions you won't know the answer to right away. Or just stupid comments. It's slowly becoming my thing.
'What was that? Let's show again closer.' I rest my hand before my eyes. It's me tripping over something in the back. The people laugh. It's so embarrassing, I'm so clumsy. That wasn't the only time I tripped or bumped into something on camera, bumping into a camera. And there the other videos come, great. 5 times I've tripped, 2 times I've walked into something. It's bad. The worst thing is that I've walked into something last weekend. 'Look at her.' They all chuckle. I'm so disappointed in myself. And there is me spilling my drink all over me. Twice. My stupid laugh a couple of times. Oh that was such a ugly laugh. And lastly my crashes, not that there are much. Two races I didn't finish. And haven't kissed the wall that much either. Proud of myself. It finishes with Daniel and I hugging.
'Thank you,' I thank the man behind the video. It was a fun video.
'Is there mutual romance?' What?
'Yeah between the boys, I see it sometimes. Behind the motorhomes sneaky definitely.' I know they are talking about me and the boys. They are smiling.
'What was that between you and Lewis then?' I roll my eyes while shaking my head. Is it so hard to forget about?
'No. That was a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened. We've talked, there is no romance between us.' They just want me to react, I know that, but I also know that still not everyone is convinced about us not being in a couple. But if they only knew between Daniel and I. We're lying so hard, to everybody. Literally. 'That press conference I was mad, ready to break everything that was walking in my way.'
'We all saw you weren't agreeing.'
'But why didn't you said it was Sterre?' I shrug. I take responsibilities for my shit.
'I couldn't blame it on her she way in Africa and people didn't knew she existed yet so..'
'You and Charles are close, what about the two of you?' I shake my head again.
'Oh no. Charlie and I are friends for over 5 years, plus he has a beautiful girlfriend.'
'Everything can break.' Are they kidding me? I can't with these dudes.
'You call him Charlie,' the other says. I get up from the bar stool.
'It was a pleasure, it's time for me to go. Bye.' I walk away. Man can be so annoying some times. But I walk back to the males smiling.

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I'm happy Charles has finally won his first race,
but it's such a sad weekend for the sport.