[one shot]
[short plot, could be continued if wanted :) ]
You and your friend have been invited to a grid karaoke party after the two of you met Max in the streets of Budapest.

story details
- set in 2020
- no covid

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How you and your friend ended up in the penthouse suite in the middle of Hungary was long forgotten, and if you were honest you truly couldn't remember. But there you were, in the middle of a small crowd of Formula One drivers and some of their friends or their girlfriends. Everyone sort of knew each other besides you and your friend, both of you knew nobody personally, which made the situation even weirder.

Loud music was being played in who knows' room and one by one, the people walked onto the 'stage' that was created to have a karaoke night, Daniel unsurprisingly being the star of the night.

You've already had a couple of drinks, but you were far from drunk. Suddenly you felt yourself being pushed to the front and towards the small podium. You tried to protest and use the argument that you still hadn't finished your drink, but it didn't seem to work.
    "Come on, Y/n." Max yelled over the music. Oh yes, he got us in here, explaining why he knew your name. "Don't be such a pussy." he said with a smirk. That comment got you. You couldn't handle it when someone called you a pussy or just anything that said you weren't able to do something. You had to prove them wrong, and that's how you ended up on the podium.

Cheers filled the room as the unknown girl stumbled on stage, placing her drink on the ground.
You scrolled through the list of songs that were available for the karaoke machine and noticed a song you knew by heart. It was such a classic as well though.

As 'Party in the USA' faded out, 'Disturbia' by Rihanna smoothly faded in, which was your cue to grab the microphone. You were happy to have some alcohol in your blood as it made you much looser and less ashamed of yourself, and that was exactly what you needed right now.

You definitely weren't the best singer, nor could you dance, but you didn't care at this point and really went for it. Everyone was going wild as you stole the show and hyped you up. The song was soon to be over and you left the stage laughing. Once reaching your friend, you fell into their arms gasping for some breath.
    "This was so much fun!" you cheered, lifting your drink in the air.

And so, 'Disturbia' was the first of many songs you sang and danced to that night. You partied all night long until your throat was sore and everyone else was slowly leaving the place to go to their own places.

It was only then that you discovered that the hotel room belonged to Pierre Gasly who was starting to clean up the mess everyone had made and all you could do to thank everyone for this night was to help him clean the place.

Your friend and you offered your help which was gladly taken and along with Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend Charlotte Siné, you cleaned everything up until it would be presentable for the next day. It was clean, but the traces of the party would never leave this space.

It was a night to remember forever.