Carlota’s POV
Race day always hit me in the chest before anything else. I felt a huge amount of pressure while I was waking up that it felt like I wasn't able to stand up. I hated that nervous feeling, but at the same time, it made me feel alive.
I got to the racetrack earlier than everyone else. I thought the place was quiet since I went early and I was hoping to get some air in order to relax before continuing in it. But as soon as I rolled my bike out onto the track, it shattered.
The crowd saw me and they exploded.
People stood up. They waved signs. They screamed. Some shouted my tag name again and again. Some held up their phones.
I revved my engine once, just to greet them, and the noise grew even louder. A part of me wanted to smile under my helmet, but the pressure inside my
