PROLOGUE

The sky gleams with tiny stars farther beyond the full moon that shines upon the beaming streets on the outskirts of town. Smokes hovering the loud atmosphere. Screams, whistles, and howling are heard in the mist of nonsensical music busting out of car speakers. The roars of engines are all that I can think of. The beautiful sound that haunts me in my dreams. It has been ages.

"Hey, are you sure you want to do this? You know you don't have to. You can still pull out now." The familiar voice pulls me out of my gloomy thoughts. It has been a very long time since I have heard it. It brings back memories of wild nights like this. The roaring of engines, the howling of adrenaline, and the thrill of the race.

"Yeah, I am sure. Don't worry about me. You know I never pull out of a race...No matter what." I reply without looking at the owner of the familiar voice, muttering the last few words to myself. 

I can feel the pitiful smirk as the passenger door of my matte black 2016 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 closes letting me know the caring friend has given up trying to get me out of this race. 

I hear loud whistles of drunk adolescent teenagers and perverted young men as a long-legged slender flag girl wearing nothing, but shorts and a bra poses in the middle of the road with her 9-inch red thigh high heel boots. The commentator also starts introducing tonight's racers, on the radio, 

"... Alright people! Tonight, is a night of mystery. We have the long-lost race princess on the wheels for the first time in a very long time. The last time she was seen on the racetrack was in 2016. Now, years later she is back with the same car that 'almost' won her the race the last time she was seen. Man, who could forget that night. I still can't believe she actually disappeared in the middle of the race. We do not know where she has been this whole time. But it seems, tonight she is here to settle the score. You might or might not know her.  If it isn't the Mustang princess then I don't know, baby. But it's the Drift Angel!" 

Screams and whistles can be heard as I bring my baby to life. The roaring sound as I rev the engine, takes me into complete oblivion. I am the Drift Angel. The streets were made for me. I nervously tell myself with my hands tightly gripping the wheel. 

"Racing against her is a mysterious racer in a classic Shelby. It seems like tonight's is a race of the young and old, boys and girls... " The girl in the middle of the road raises the flag in her hand to start the race.

"Are you ready... Shirley?" The familiar voice sounds through the earpiece in my ear. A small smile creeps on my lips as I turn to look at my opponent on my right. In the black 2014 Shelby GT500... 

"It can't be..."

...No, it can't be. Suddenly, the blasted music, the screaming, the shouting, the lights, the starry night sky is gone. In my head. I can only hear the screeching of tires and nothing else. Everything before me is blur... 

What dream am I in tonight?