Page 5 of The Game
I finish my notes on two more players before calling it a day.
The meetings will be spread out over several weeks, so I have some time.
I make dinner in my dorm kitchen and try calling my best friend Jessica.
We grew up together, and as we got older, we both developed a passion for sports journalism, which led us to the same college degree.
During our studies, we have mostly stayed in our own bubble, focused on our goals and where we want to end up in journalism.
She’s out living her dream in the world of Formula 1.
When she answers, her smile lights up the screen as I prop the phone against the kitchen tiles.
“Hey, girl. How is the F1 life treating you?”
I start chopping some vegetables while Jessica tells me about the media team she’s working with.
My dream was to cover the NHL, whilst she had her eyes set on F1 and Star News.
“It’s a small team, and I learn something new every day. I’m well on my way to take over the paddock,” she jokes, and after she finishes, I tell her about my meeting with Henry and the upcoming first official day on Monday.
We often joke about taking over the media world, wearing high heels, and delivering sharp analysis. Even though our meetings will be less frequent in the coming months, I’m grateful to experience this with my best friend.
“Excited to meet with the players? Aren’t they all over 6 feet tall?” she smirks, knowing well that I have a soft spot for athletes.
One thing is their good looks and athleticism; as for me, I have my weaknesses.
But what really excites me is their drive and passion for their sport.
Watching someone push themselves to achieve greater goals is inspiring.
I grew up dancing, pouring my heart and soul into the sport. When college started, I had to make a choice, and even though part of me misses the regular classes, the friendships you build, and the endless hours of practice, I also felt ready to move on from the competitive side of dance.
Now, I prefer to book a class when I feel the urge to move again.
“Don’t start with me, Miss Golden boy of F1,” I tease her back, knowing she’s got her own crush on the most talked about man in F1 right now.
She sighs on the other end of the phone.
“Yeah, I guess I’m no one to say anything.”
I chuckle, happy to see her break out of her own little shell, day by day, with the help of Luke Hastings.
My best friend also has a weak spot for athletes.
We spend a little more time catching up before it’s time for Jessica to go to bed—time differences and all.
I lay back in bed, looking up at the ceiling, feeling excited for this journey to begin for real.
Chapter 2
Sarah
The next day, I’m out shopping for my new wardrobe.
When I start my internship on Monday, I plan on bringing my A-game in every way.
That begins with a great outfit.
