lando was a Formula 1 driver by day, and a DJ by night; tonight wasn't an exception. He was at a club he was a regular at; The Monaco Madhouse. He'd visit when he was in town for a break. He pulled some strings and got up on stage; he started doing a set and the people loved it! Obviously.

The colorful lights of the club shined and people were dancing, he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked to see a fine shawty. Damn. They said something but he couldn't hear.

"What?! You'll need to say it louder or in my ear, sweetheart!" He said yelling over the music; smiling. His sly British accent was to DIE for..