Behind the scenes, the pitch wasn't as glamorous as it appeared. It was more practical and plain, and a bit musty. It didn't matter what country, what city, or even what damned year it was, there was always that musty smell.
"You know what I'm talking about, right? You can smell it?"
The dingy smell was all Francis seemed to care about before a race.
"So much money and effort involved and they can't dust the shelves back here once in a while. Euphémie?"
Francis was jittery with adrenaline. He was going to get the signal to head out onto the pitch any moment. There was a big race ahead with a lot on the line, and he was in Taiwan again, which meant there were a lot of people speaking in languages that he didn't understand. So he needed his translator. His translator was also his girlfriend, so he got a pretty good rate.
One of the attendants stuck his head through the curtain into the room and began speaking something foreign. Francis cut him off. He already knew what he was saying and he wasn't interested. Not then. He didn't need any more stress right before the race.
"Make something up! Please. She's not allowed back here.. but don't tell her I said that!" He looked to Zi Shang to make sure his message was received, and nodded because she was surely in agreement with him.
"I really didn't think my folks were gonna come all the way to Taiwan."