Thud-thum! Thud-thum! THUD-THUM!
It sounded like a thousand hearts beating in sync, his padded helmet emphasizing the bass.
Boom-bada-BOOM! Boom-bada-BOOM!
[1ST POSITION]
Luca dismissed the system prompt as he struggled to leave the cockpit, adrenaline saturating him to the extent he believed he might explode if he did not let out a primitive roar.
The vibrations in Stadhaven reverberated through his chest, moved to the rest of his body, and fidgeted his fingers, making it difficult to even remove his helmet.
**You did it! You fucking did it! That's P1, Luca! THAT'S P1! WHAT A FUCKING DRIVE!**
The crowd swelled once Luca emerged from the Ferrari.
DUH–DUH—DAHH! DUH–DUH–DAHH!
He ripped off the helmet with an exhale of relief. The cheers bled into his ears like a thunderstorm, and he could barely even hear his own breath.
