"Kinda... I designed it and did the stopper," she motioned to the thing around her footrests, "but the dress was modified by a friend of mine." Chelsea had to admit, it was kind of cool sitting there talking to a "real" celebrity. She'd talked to other race car drivers, but it wasn't the same- she saw them more as equals or peers- or at least they would've been if her career hadn't gone up in a flaming pile of metal. "I'm Chelsea, by the way." Her head started subconsciously bouncing along with the music.