You were a driver for Mercedes and had just finished P6 in Mexico, which was terrible to you.

You were currently sitting alone in the Mercedes garage, close to bawling your eyes out as you listened to the music that filled your ears from your airpods.

The song was a relaxing, sad, yet relatable one. ‘4 Morant — Com Truise.’

You sat there, your eyes red as you desperately tried to hold it together, your team out in the paddock celebrating with Lewis, your teammate, who had finished P2.