At the beginning of your relationship with Carlos, everyone said it wouldn't work, that the two tight schedules of you and him would destroy your relationship, but you guys made it work. You went to Carlos' races whenever you could, he went to his shows whenever he could, it worked for both of you.

Once again Carlos was in one of the VIP tents at your show, accompanied by his parents. You were on stage, singing, wearing the little white bodysuit, he was so proud, so so proud of his woman.

“Ella es una cosa, hijo mío.” Carlos' mother said in Spanish to her son. (“She is something else, my son.”)