𝟬𝟬𝟵. quali
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act one chapter nine
irisblanche via close friends:
mickoli:
MICKOLI:
stop posting me you perv
and get down here
IRISH:
i think you might be
the most impatient man i have ever met
how do the haas workers cope with you?
MICKOLI:
just hurry up
you make me impatient
IRISH:
you're actually so dramatic anyway
you're just gonna be there so early
MICKOLI:
i have to be??!?!?
IRISH:
yes but not at the crack of dawn
MICKOLI:
the sun rose about four hours ago
IRISH:
and??
what does that have to do with me
MICKOLI:
you should probably watch where you're going
IRISH:
that child was in my way
there's no other way to look at it
MICKOLI:
yeah
okay
IRIS AND MICK HAD SUNG THE WHOLE WAY TO THE CIRCUIT. To Iris it had been a bit of a shock, considering the fact Mick had been in the ugliest foul mood that morning she hadn't expected to hear anything but complaints out of his mouth. And there he was, singing the high school musical soundtrack.
Most of the time he was butchering the words, but as long as Iris was able to record some videos of him, she didn't really mind the fact he was making her ears bleed.
The rest of the Haas staff did wish to be anywhere but inside that vehicle. Truthfully they didn't mind Iris' vocals, it was Mick that ruined it. And at times like this they wished for the ride to the Bahrain circuit to be shorter. Most of them also didn't appreciate that Mick didn't even know half the lyrics.
JOCK CLEAR, Mick's trainer had covered his ears and muttering incoherent words to himself. He was not impressed to be put it lightly.
And Mick and Iris were having the time of their lives.
irisblanche via close friends:
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mickschumacher:
why can you never
identify my good angles
irisblanche:
are you stupid?!!
you don't have a bad angle
mickschumacher:
ugh just hurry up to the garage
🙄
irisblanche:
will you ever learn to be patient
your press officer is taking me on a tour
so i know where stuff is
is that such a problem?
mickschumacher:
no.
just tell her to do it faster.
q3 is going to begin in like 20 minutes
irisblanche:
that's plenty of time
plus i love your press officer
mickschumacher:
she leaves after canada
irisblanche:
what.
why would you tell me this.
mickschumacher:
well i thought you should know
irisblanche:
no stop talking to me
i am now going to cry in the back of the garage
mickschumacher:
apparently jody's replacement is supposed to be really nice
she's called cam? or something
i forgot
irisblanche:
like your ex girlfriend 😏
mickschumacher:
shut up
camryn works in fe
irisblanche:
well well mick
how do you know that 🤔
mickschumacher:
you told me
you also told me you stalk her
irisblanche:
that was a joke i swear
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Being back in the paddock was something Iris loved. The burnt rubber, the sound of wheel guns. The actual sound of the cars. It was something she never realized she missed. To her an F1 paddock was one big family, they may be internal conflicts from time to time but at the end of the day they all loved one thing.
They traveled around the world, crossing each other's paths constantly.
Iris loved it. And was currently contemplating coming to more races and possibly surprising Mick.
She did love f1. But she did not enjoy as much being stuffed in the back of the garage hidden behind a screen, although it had been her request to not be spotted by TV personnel or paparazzi she never realized just how isolating the back of the garage was.
Practice had been a normal sort for Mick's side of the garage, P14 by the end of the hour. Kevin was P7, a lot more smiles on their faces.
Iris knew Mick would not be happy with his place compared to his teammates, so she packed up most of his items and the two headed off towards the hospitality to eat some late lunch.
As soon as Mick sat down, he spoke. "Do not talk about practice." He warned, making Iris' eyes widened. "Compared to testing a few weeks back it was shit."
"It's practice Mick, you still have quali." She tried to make him see the bright side of things, it had been a rare occasion last season for either of the Haas' to be in Q2.
Sometimes Iris just wanted to take the weight that rested on Mick's shoulders, knowing it must get tiring for him as he attempts to live up to everyone's expectations just because of his last name. Many claiming with his results last season he did not deserve a seat in F1, that the only reason he was in the sport was because of his name.
Most of the time Iris would take Mick's phone off of him, to prevent him from reading any comments that were directed towards him. Of course there were the good ones, who knew he was trying his best with the tractor he was in last season. But some were horrible. And it impacted Mick a lot more than he wanted to tell anyone.
CAMRYN TATUM had been his girlfriend at the beginning of the season before Mick called it off, claiming it had been down the busy schedules. He kept the real reason to himself. Afraid she would see him for what he is, a nepo baby who can't do anything right.
"If Kevin can get into-" Mick began to speak but was instantly cut off by Iris.
"Kevin this, Kevin that. Who cares Mick? It's practice. You were warning yourself up for the show you're going to put on in quali." She frowned at him, the one thing she hadn't missed about F1 was how much pressure it put on Mick. "And don't forget, Kevin he's done this for so much longer than you. Okay, he had one year out of the sport but he still has many years in the sport on you. No-one is any less proud of you because you got P14 in practice."
"But-"
Instantly, Iris dismissed him. "No buts, now eat your salmon."
irisblanche via instagram stories:
"Are you crazy?" Mick asks Iris, who had now moved much closer in the garage. Being visible to those who worked at Haas and the cameras, "You can be seen you know?!"
Iris faked being hurt and put her hand on her heart. "Mick, it's almost like you don't want me here."
Mick rolled his eyes, "Well I thought you didn't want to be seen."
Iris shrugged, "People change their minds." Mick huffed, as he pulled his gloves up. "Plus it smelt like cheese back there. But good luck." She got up from her chair and engulfed Mick into a big.
His nose scrunched, "You know, you kinda smell like cheese."
DAVID CROFT, or better known as Crofty within a F1 paddock was sat beside MARTIN BRUNDLE as they waited for the beginning of qualifying. Chatting mainly around topics that surrounded formula one, a key one that had just popped up on their radius was the presence of Iris Blanche.
Of course, Martin Brundle knew Marc Blanche and had been racing at the same time. The two had never been major title rivals but they enjoyed a battle here and there.
The camera focused on the Haas garage as they prepared themselves for the beginning of qualifying, GUENTHER STEINER was silencing praying both cars made it to Q2, if one was to make it to Q3 he would throw a party.
The focus seemed to drift onto a woman dressed in all white, stood up from her seat and observing Mick as he prepared himself to get back into his car.
Her Prada outfit almost made her blend in to the white wall behind her, that had been stripped of all its Uralkali sponsorship.
Crofty shifted in his seat, bringing the microphone closer to him. "Now, many may not know who the camera is focusing on but those who closely follow Mick Schumacher or have been watching the sport for a long time will remember who this was as a little girl."
Martin chuckled, "I remember her causing havoc in the Ferrari garages. Always wanting to be in her fathers car, and then wanting to get out the second she had been put in the car."
"Marc Blanche, her father, definitely left a mark on this sport. Maybe one day we can see little August Blanche back in the paddock and in a Ferrari." Crofty thought, "Possibly even him and Mick."
Martin raised his eyebrows, "Well that would definitely be something. Wouldn't it! A recreation of Michael and Marc's friendship within their two sons."
"I can imagine it already."
From her seat in the garage, Iris almost laughed. It was also quite frightening how some in the F1 community were imagining August within the future of the sport. The expectations of him being placed down so early in his life.
Of course, there was some truth behind what the commentators had to say. August had taken a interest in the sport, he had always wanted to be like his father, but in his karting days he never used his real last name. Even in the Renault competition he was in now, he used his mothers maiden name. (Much like Mick had)
It just made racing much easier for the younger Blanche, to not be judged for his last name. He loved his dad, there was no doubt in that. He just didn't want the pressure of these expectations so early on.
Ferrari had their eyes on the young talent already.
And that was the team currently being displayed on the TV right there, talking alongside an engineer and Carlos Sainz. Their other driver no-where to be seen currently.
But the camera did swiftly shift to him, sat there reading over his notes.
And Iris' eyes bulged out of her head. Oh no.
The random man from many nights ago just had to be a Ferrari driver didn't he?
He just had to be Charles Leclerc.
AUTHORS NOTE:
this chapter is messy 😭
but we are getting closer to that reunion
do we think it's going to be messy and awkward?? 🫣
and speaking of camryn: 😁
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