"Ahhh, I can't believe I get to watch the Daytona 500 in person man."

"Feels good man, they always provide an amazing show, both on and offtrack, it's even better to have a VIP access with my best friend who is officially a Formula 1 driver!"

"Yessir, ohhh, they're gonna preform the American anthem."

"Who's the Grand marshall?"

"Lemme check quickly in the guide they gave us."

I went in my backpack to look for the guide around the event which also included the program.

"Let's see, the American anthem, performed by Madison Beer... Who the fuck is that?" I frowned upon reading the guide

"You don't know Madison Beer? Awww hell nah bro, you're missing out on a leng one."

I take out my phone and opens my Instagram and looks up @madisonbeer on insta, he finds the account.

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"Ahh I see."

I decided to follow her and put his phone away. Madison got onto the starting grid and took the mic.

"Wow, what a voice."

"Got to admit, I did not expect such an amazing performance."

"Well, she's talented for sure, I assume she's an artist. If she isn't, it's a real waste of talent."

You two watched and the race and it was over way too fast.

Ryan Blaney in the number 12 car took victory after a spectacular finish against Joey Logano in the number 22 car.

"Wow, this race finished way too fast, but what a finish man."

"It truly was, hey I don't wanna go back to the hotel yet, we can chill here, do a few drinks and enjoy our time."

"Sounds like a plan."

We went to the drinking area

"Hey look who we have there."

"The grand Marshall."

Madison heard me and she walked towards us, a bit nervous but smiling

"Hello Madison, did you enjoy the event?"

"I really did, it was such an big honour to do this for such a big crowd."

"It sounded truly amazing, you're a full time artist correct?"

"Yesss, I make music, it really is a passion and I could turn it into my work."

"Well that's always amazing, isn't it?"

"It truly is, hey don't mind me asking, but what do you do as work? I think I've seen your face more often."

"I race in formula 1, I'll be driving for Porsche this season."

"It was quite big news, so I'm not suprised you heard of it Madison."

"Well I mean, every driver transfer is big news, it's not that I'm special or something for making a transfer from Prema F2 to Porsche."

"Well, it's cool anyways. Want a drink? It's on me, this time."

"Ehhh a regular coke would be nice." I cut alcohol from my diet as a result of my training, besides I'm also still underage.

"How boring..."

"Dude, I'm still seventeen remember?" Y/BSF/N overlooked that fact quite often.

"Alrighty and you Madison"

"A diet coke please."

"Alrighty, gimme a second." Y/BSF/N walked away to the bar, probably would grab a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey himself.

"So formula 1 racing, the top of the top in European autoracing isn't it Y/n?"

"Yeah it is, a rich history, in a team with a big history in autoracing, feels very unreal to me." I couldn't help but feel proud.

"Will there be a race in America?"

"Yeah, formula one management wanted to run a few more races in America, they range from Indianapolis roadcourse in, you guessed it, Indianapolis. Watkins Glen in the state New York. Circuit of the America's in Texas and Laguna Seca in California."

"That's quite a lot of races you'll be gone from Europe, is there any fine girl/boy that you have to leave behind in Europe?"

"Nah, my most recent gf broke up with me a few months ago, so for now, no gf."

"Awww man, that sucks... Say, you want my number and private snap? We can keep in touch and you seem like good company for whenever you're in the USA, if you want ofcourse, perhaps I'll buy a pair of tickets to come and watch you."

"No pressure?" I handed my phone a tad bit nervous.

"I assume the media pressures you as a seventeen year old enough already."

She handed back the phone to me

"The media doesn't feel like pressure to me."

"Ohhh, a feisty attidude, definitely a good fit for topsport."

"Now I wonder where y/bsf/n is, they better not shag another person in the bathrooms." I said to myself, or atleast that's what I thought...

"Wait, I did not say that out loud, did I?"

"Yeah you did, but it's fine don't worry."

"Anyways, Imma go find him, I'll text you later."

"Speak ya later Y/n."

I picked out my phone and texted him Y/bsf/n to ask him where he is and that I'd go to the hotel room and wait there if he wouldn't be with me within 5 minutes.

A few moments later he texted back telling me he was a bit busy.

I texted him saying that I'll wait for him at the hotel room.

I then realized I didn't have the car keys with me.

"Oh for fuck sake..."

I texted Madison to ask him if she could give me a lift home, surely she could manage something.

She told me to meet at the parking garage on level A1.

I went there and to my surprise I saw Madison drive a 2016 Porsche 911 targa 4s

"Nice car."

"Weird coincidence considering you'll be running for the Porsche team this year."

"Haha, yeah but I'll be driving a bit of a different spec car. These Porsche road cars stay timeless and always classy."

"Why don't you drive y/n?"

"First off all, it's your car, not mine. Second off all, I'm not gonna race it if that's what you're after."

"Oh I see, roads are fairly empty now though."

We went to the hotel where all the VIP members stay.

"Hey, wanna grab another drink, I can't be bothered to sit alone in my hotel room."

We went towards the bar of the restaurant.

"A water please for me."

"Same for me."

We both got our glass of water.

"So why did you decide to be a racing driver?" I took a sip of my water before starting my story.

"Why? I don't even know, I just liked the thrill from being fast. My father did administration work and was always overworking, my granddad owned a business and I? I do this. It's a wonderful way of living."

"Have you ever been scared to die?"

"No I'm not afraid to die at all, the death is inevitable and will always be, the moment I feel fear in the car, is the moment I need to stop."

"But I mean, a car is always prone for failures isn't it?"

"Are you never afraid to see your microphone fail when doing a live performance? There's always a chance of a failure, but the less you think about it, the less scared you will be. If I have time to think about failing parts, I'm going too slow."

"You make a valid point." Madison smiled.

"I know, that's why I said it." I couldn't help but smirk.

"Anyways, how will Y/bsf/n get back?"

"He'll find his way back, he's done this so often now that he told me to just go back, I'll just ask one of the receptionist for a keycard."

"I see, I should head to bed."

"Same for me."

"Goodnight Y/N, it was cool hanging out with you."

"Same to you, it was fun. Goodnight."

"What?" Madison squeezed her eyes.

"Nothing, nothing."

"I was just kidding!" Madison laughed.

Madison walked away like a true model.

"That was a fun evening. But I guess it'll only be a one time thingy or so." Thought Y/N to himself.

Y/N saw his bestfriend walk in, completely wasted.

"Well well well, where have you fucking been?" Asked Y/N.

No questions please, just go to our room and sleep. Said Y/BSF/N.