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august 26th, 2018


maxie boi xo

Hey Allie, how's the songwriting?
The Belgium race is later today, any chance you can make it or even tomorrow?
We all miss you x

maxie, it's been so long!
it's very stressful but going well! 8 songs are going on the album, got 6 already!
i miss u all too, but no chance until the songs are done :( 

I get that, sucks tho :(

it does :(
everytime the race is on i make them put it on so i am watching
proud of u for winning the austria one x

Thank you x
I better let you go, and Christian needs me for press
I'll call you tomorrow, love you x

i look forward to it!
speak to u then, love u x


Alina smiled sadly as she put her phone away, walked into the studio booth and sat down on the stool. Ever since she left Bahrain, she had been working on her new album and working on her new movie, 'Tall Girl'. 

"Belgium race?" Mike, the sound guy asked as Alina nodded.

"Yes please," she said as Mike smiled. He understood Alina's frustration and upset, so he did everything he could to try and help. Mike was like a father figure to Alina.

"Alright it's on," he said as Alina looked up and saw the start of the race and could hear them. 

"Thanks," she said.

"Alright," Mike said, "take it from the first chorus of Mona Lisa." 

Alina nodded as she put the headphones, only partially blocking out the Belgium Grand Prix.

"Just two kids caught in the crossfire," the blonde sang, a smile on her face, "close your eyes, I know you're so tired."

"And it's lights out and away we go here at Spa!"

"Just kids, you and I."

"Hamilton gets away while Perez as well. Covering his teammate. . . ."

"I know it's hard sometimes, but you'll be alright."

". . . .and there's locking up and a crash!"

Anna thought nothing of it as she carried on singing.

"Oh, we'll be alright."

". . . .Fernando Alonso goes over the top there of Charles Leclerc's Sauber!"

"All that's unspo. . . ."

Alina stopped singing as she looked at Mike in horror. 

"Did, did they say what I though they said?" she asked, taking the headphones off and hurrying out of the booth and looking at the TV. Her blue eyes watered as she stared at the TV in shock. She looked at Mike who looked around then back at her. 

"Go," he said, "go to Belgium. Take my jet." 

"But Bill. . . ."

"Forget that," he said, "I will deal with that, just go to him. I can see you care. If you have to, record the song on the plane. Just go."

"Thank you so much!" she said, hugging Mike tightly.


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