The sky’s barely awake, and neither are you. Backpack slung low, hoodie half-zipped, you and Max walk side by side up the steps of your school like it’s just another Monday. Except it’s not. There’s a camera crew pacing behind you—boom mics overhead, lenses trained on your every move.

Netflix wanted “real access,” so now you’re living it. One episode about what it’s like being F1 drivers who still have to take history tests and deal with group projects.

Students are already whispering. One kid trips trying to record you on their phone. Another shouts something about Monaco. You and max are wearing the RedBull team kit per Netflix’s request. You already knew this was going to be a dreadful day.