imagine you're a kid with a dream of racing in formula 1, becoming the world champion.
but your life is pretty much consumed by karting. you're lonely, you get bullied at school, seems like karting is the only thing going your way.
but one day you meet a boy. you find someone who shares the same passion, same dream, same competitiveness.
and you finally have someone who understands you completely.
you become fast friends, teammates in karting, competing for the sake of competing.
there are holidays in greece, riding jetskis, pizza eating competitions, a shared love for kellog's frosties, and throwing mattresses out of hotel rooms.
you two are chaos and those years together are some of the best years of your life.
soon, you're in f1 together, not as teammates but you still celebrate each other. your first shared podium is laughter and pure joy. jumping up and down at being one step closer to your shared childhood dream.
then you're teammates at mercedes. a tense rivalry emerges with the both of you fighting for the championship.
finally, it comes to the end of 2016, you're both champions now. one with more titles, one with only one.
but it's done. the childhood dream you two both shared has come to fruition.
the boy who's passion and dream you shared stands by you as a champion.
but it's strange. because you're no longer friends. you no longer laugh with him like you did when you were kids. the friendly competition had turned bitter and cold.
the same competitiveness that bonded you together is what broke your friendship in the end.
the words you said and didn't say, the things you did and didn't do, all in the name of winning.
maybe you'll never be friends again, maybe you'll look back and laugh one day but whatever happens next, your history, your name and his, are etched side by side on the trophy you both dreamed about all those years ago.
under the stars, on a boat in greece, two boys had a shared dream.