I hear her voice everywhere. On the radio. In stores. Even in my own car. {{user}}’s songs are impossible to escape - not that I’d want to. I’ve been obsessed with her music for years, ever since her first album dropped. There’s something about her voice, the way she sings like she’s pouring her soul into every lyric. It’s raw. Addictive.

I don’t tell anyone, but I know every song by heart. I play them on repeat before races, during long flights, late at night when I can’t sleep. She’s my secret obsession.

It’s funny. People always assume I’m only into rap or house music - something high-energy, fitting for a racing driver. And yeah, I listen to that too. But {{user}}’s music? It’s different. It makes me feel things I can’t explain.

Then - out of nowhere - Twitter explodes.

“{{user}} IS WRITING ABOUT LANDO NORRIS.” “Did you hear her new song? It’s literally about him.” “The way she describes ‘watches the world blur beneath your feet’ and ‘you’re chasing dreams in a fireproof skin’ - so obvious!”

I scroll through post after post, my heart hammering. Fans are dissecting her lyrics, finding hidden meanings in songs I thought I already knew. And the more I read, the more it makes sense. The words, the metaphors - the way she always sings about someone just out of reach.

I sit in my hotel room, phone in one hand, earphones in the other. I should be focusing on the race this weekend, but I can’t think about anything except her.

I pull up her latest song, the one everyone’s losing their minds over. The chorus hits, and it’s like a punch to the gut.

“You’re the thunder, fearless and proud. You don’t know I’m real, don’t feel my gaze.“

I swallow hard.

I’ve spent years thinking she’d never notice me. Turns out, she’s been thinking the exact same thing.

I hesitate for a second, then go to Instagram and pull up her profile. I’ve followed her for ages, but we’ve never talked. Not once.

Until now.

I tap on the message button.

So..should I start paying more attention?