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”She's the person everyone talks about right now. Her Name is trending on Twitter for about two unbelievable days and there's no end in sight. Please welcome Isabella Rossi, the youngest Formula One Driver ever!”, James shouts and I walk out, waving at the audience. We shake hands and then, he sits down behind the desk while I sit down on the quite comfy couch.
”To be honest, when I heard the news about you, I typed your name into Google Search and got absolutely nothing about you. How did you do that? Keeping your existence literally a secret.” As a proof, he shows a screenshot of his search and I shrug. ”I did not intend to keep my existence literally a secret, the media just cut out every single proof of my existence of every kind of report. You heard about Mick's races? Well, I'm "the Italian" in every report about him. And "the German" in every other report about a race I participated in.”
The audience booes and I laugh slightly. ”Apparently someone didn't want to show the world there's a female driver who's ready to kick some asses.” James smirkes and I look around, I still don't really know how I got here - last week, I was enjoying my break and now, I have a Formula One race to look forward too.
”They can't hide you anymore. Anyways, I can't imagine how hard your training must be right now, doesn't your whole body just arche? You know, I had one training sessions with Lewis Hamilton's fitness guy and I gave up after three and a half minutes!”
”To be honest, I got to know a few muscles I didn't know they exist before, so yeah, it's really hard. Specially for the area of the neck, until yesterday, I didn't dare to move my head because it hurt like hell.” Understanding, he nods and smiles at me. ”How did it all happen in your point of view? I asked myself that a lot because of Sauber's statement, it sounds like a standard procedure but at least it isn't for you.”
Smiling at the memories of the phone call, I nodded again and take a deep breath before answering. ”Actually, I just arrived at my uncle's karting track in Italy when my phone rang, I answered the call and it was Sauber. I did hear about the crash, but they have their test drivers, so after tweeting Marcus I hope for a quick recovery, it was done for me.“
James seems to be super interested and I laugh, I really want to slap myself for the next part. "So, they asked me if I could do the next Grand Prix because both of their test drivers were not fit enough. And I was like "and you really believe I am fit enough?“. Then I remembered the Ferrari Drivers Academy and it all made sense. Anyways, I said yes, called my fitness guy and just told him to meet me and my aunt's Pizzeria.“
“I already had my super license thanks to the tests I had to do because the others from the Academy didn't want to do them or didn't have the time, I spend the last two weeks in the simulator or in a gym and yeah, all that sweat for only one race.“ I laugh and the audience laughs as well while James shows some of the photos of my training I posted on Twitter.
“This sounds like a plot for an amazing movie! Okay, so I have to admit I kind of stalked your Twitter Account the last few days and I noticed a lot of patriarchal comments under your tweets, and yes, I blocked and reported them, but how do you deal with that? I was super hurt while reading those and they aren't for me!“
Again, he shows some comments and I sigh, I absolutely hate this topic. “Well, you get used to them. I got my first comment after my first karting session ever and they followed me since then, so yeah, I don't have a strategy or something like that, I just ignore them. I know I am quite good at what I am doing and I know it's not my fault they don't realise we're already in the 21th century, where equality is a thing.“