Oh.

My.

God.

"MA COME MI FAI SOGNAREEE, COME MI FAI SOGNAREEEEE" Bryan screamed

"SI! SI SI SIIII, GRANDISSIMI, UN'ALTRA VOLTA EVVAI ANDIAMO-" Charles was also screaming.

He just won Monza.

Monza. in that car.

Monza. With 38 lap tires.

Monza. With two rocketships on his ass.

What the fuck.

Bryan was crying.

Charles was still screaming and 'mamma mia-ing' in his car.

Every fucking tifosi was having a seziure.

The ones in the grandstands erupted into chaos, running into huge crowds.

Ferrari flags were waved all over, red gas (?) in the skys.

There were..so many people.

Bryan ran out, just to catch a glimpse of that beautiful ferrari finishing first.

god.

It was so beautiful. Bryan thought.

Everything screamed Forza Ferrari.

The italian anthem rang through the podium,

Bryan and the ferrari crew sang along, like they were in karaoke, tears and snot ran down their faces instead of drinks.

The Monagasque himself was singing along, winking and just being so damn pretty.

Bryan smiled in pure unflitred glee.

This was the best day in his life. No seriously.

Watching the El Predestinato, stood in first place, revelling over the Mclaren rocketships in victory.

Wink at him. God.

but..this couldnt last long, right?

--

Fred was happy. Very happy. Obviously.

Their car was shit. Charles pulled that out of his ass.

But..money was running short.

Lewis was coming in next year, and they desperately needed to get rid of someone.

.He sighed. Who was a relatively low cost option..

and who could they get rid off..

Bryan.

He was inexperienced right? Fred was sure he wouldnt mind moving for a few years. Surely not.

and cost wi- oh.

Oh wait.

Mattia was still..around right? Perfect.

--

And so the decision was made.

Was Bryan devastated? Sure. But it was understandable. He was only 24.

..but god he was going to miss working with Charles. As he tried not to let the tears creep into his voice on the radio.

Guess who Fred hadnt told yet?

Charles.