Glimmer has her interview first. It is quite clear the theme she, her stylist and her mentor were going for was sexy, or provocative. She is wearing a floaty pink dress, that is just a little too see through. I am glad Cinna did not do that to me, though she seems quite comfortable trying to 'woo' the crowd. If it were me, I know I would have punched someone in the nose by now. Glimmer is giggling and answering questions in what I think to be a very princess-y voice. I also think it is a very stupid voice. Albeit, the audience seems to love her so she's got an advantage on me there. After three minutes, the buzzer sounds and Marvel steps up on stage. Simply put, he is loud. When his buzzer sounds, he lets out a whoop of exhilaration and returns backstage with a bounce in his step. I guess he likes being in front of crowds. Clove takes a quiet approach. More mysterious, which seems to make the audience keen on learning more about her.

And then there is Cato. I feel rather uncomfortable when he walks past me onto stage, making sure to brush my shoulder on the way. The audience goes wild he minute they see him. And how could they not? He's large, muscular, and a career. He hasn't even said anything yet and I can already tell he's going to be getting sponsors.

"It's very nice to meet you Cato," Caesar starts. Rather a boring beginning to a conversation if you ask me. "So you volunteered for the games like many Careers before you have. What led you to do so?"

"I think it's an honour to represent your district," Cato says. "I think everyone should volunteer. If you get home you get to have earned the proper right to live a good life, and the world will remember you as more than just a Capital citizen and nothing more." 

I don't think you should have to go and kill innocent children to earn the right to a good life. If anything I think it makes you less deserving, but he is driven, I'll give him that. 

Caesar nods in agreement with the District Two tribute. "Now, you're from District Two, one of The Capital's best suppliers. Have you got a special girl back home?"

I roll my eyes. Just the sort of question someone from The Capital would ask. Something from our personal lives that is absolutely none of their business, and has absolutely nothing to do with the why we are here. We are supposed to do interviews so the audience gets a sense of who we are as people, not so they can hear about our partners back home who we'll probably never live to see again.

Cato merely laughs and shakes his head. "Not yet, no. But there's definitely someone who's. . .caught my attention, shall we say?" 

Caesar nods. "Well Cato, I tell you what. You go out there, you fight hard, and you win those games. Then she'll have to go out with you! Isn't that right folks?" The audience gives a roar of approval. Cato sighs and shakes his head.

"Thank you Caesar, but I don't think winning will do me any good." he responds with the slightest note of sorrow in his voice. I don't buy it for a second.

"And why ever not?" Caesar asks.

"Because she'll be in the games too." 

The audience gasps in horror and pity for the poor blond tribute they see before them. Caesar's eye brows shoot up in surprise. I myself am a little shaken up. It is Clove. It has to be Clove. I need it to be Clove.

"Is it Clove?" Caesar speaks my thoughts. 

Cato shakes his head. "No, no it isn't Clove." 

The buzzer goes off before he can say anything else and the audience gives a roar of approval for Cato and whoever this mystery girl seems to be. I have a gut feeling about it, I just hope I'm wrong. That would complicate things, and to get out of here I need things to be as simple as they can be. As Cato returns back stage, Glimmer batts her eyelashes at him rapidly. She looks like someone put a bug in her eye, and I won't lie I was tempted to do the same. Cato merely struts past her, though not before shooting me yet another wink. 

I am too distracted to pay attention to the other interviews, even though I know I should. It's me. I know it is. I can feel it. I do not wish it to be, it's going to make killing him that much harder if it comes t it. But. . .it would also make allying with him that much easier. Double crossing him would be ruthless, cruel, and out of character for me, but I need to get home. And there is Peeta to take into account. Haymitch has told me I need to ally with him, and I don't think it would be too bad. But the closer I am to Peeta, the better the chance that I will have to betray him to make it out.

Eventually I notice that Thresh, the large male 11 tribute, has finished his interview. Meaning I will be going next. I wait with bated breath and obnoxious little flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

Caesar clears his throat to cease the roar of the audience who seem to plan on sponsoring Thresh by the sound of their loud cheers.

"Next we have our female from District 12, you know her as The Girl On Fire!" I am surprised to find the audience cheer rather loudly. "And we know her as the incredible Y/n L/n!" 

I gulp and make my way onto the stage. The number of people with their eyes glued to me makes me feel rather faint, and I do my best not to think about the fact that this is only a small portion of the people in Panem watching me. 

I am so focussed on my own fear that I do not hear Caesar ask me something. It is not until I acknowledge the audience is silent that I realize I must have been spoken to. 

"What?" I ask, trying not to sound too idiotic. The audience laughs and I look down, trying to hide my flushed cheeks somewhat. Caesar chuckles as well, doing nothing to comfort me, though I don't honestly think it's his goal.

"I think someone's a little nervous." Caesar says. 

No, I think. I just feel like my stomach's going to fall out of my nose, no biggie!

"I said that was quite an entrance you made last night. Can you tell us bout it?" the Capital man pries.  

I take a deep breath and remind myself of what Cinna told me to do, pretend like I am talking to him. So I answer honestly. 

"Well I was really just hoping I wouldn't burn to death before The Games even started." I say.

The audience laughs. They think I am making a joke, and I guess it does sound like it. I try to reassure myself that if they think I am funny, they might like me. And if they like me they might sponsor me. And if they sponsor me I might not die.

"I have to say, when you and Peeta came out on that chariot, my heart stopped."

I bit my lip. "Trust me, so did mine." I am relieved to hear the audience laugh again. I have begun to fidget with the bracelet Katniss made me, it is a nervous habit and I am thankful that Cinna allowed me to keep it on. Apparently Caesar noticed me playing with it too, because he asks "Is that a District token?" 

"You could say that. My best friend Katniss and I made them for each other when we were younger. I wear it because it reminds me of her and helps me to feel brave."

The audience "aww"s.

"Katniss is the girl who's sister you volunteered for, isn't she?" 

I sigh. Better me to be up here answering these question than Prim. "Yes, yes she is. And I don't regret it for a second." I say honestly. 

"And what did you tell them when you left?" 

I don't like the way he said "left". He says it like I won't come back. Like I can't come back.  

"I told them I would try to win for them."  

Caesar nods. "Any try you will."

The buzzer goes off, signalling that my tedious time on stage had finally come to an end. I stand up and Caesar raises my hand into the air so quick I almost stumble. 

"Ladies and Gentleman, Y/n L/n!" he exclaims.

The audience lets out a deafening shriek of approval and I practically sprint off the stage. I'm just glad that my time with interviews are over, though if it means I make it out of The Games alive, I would be happy to do the interviews that would presumably follow. I ignore the gazes of interest, and glares of annoyance the other Tributes send me, and merely brush past them as quick as I can. Effie meets me farther backstage and gives me a small hug.

"That was wonderful." she congratulated with a small, almost genuine smile. I thank her quietly, and Haymitch gives me a small pat on the back.

"Great job sweetheart. Nice dress," he turns to Effie and frowns. "Not yours." he says. I turn a laugh into a fake cough as Effie hits Haymitch in the arm with remarkably little strength. 

By the time I look back at the stage, Caesar is asking Peeta the same question he asked Cato about having someone back home. I hope he says nothing. He does not.

"I guess I might only get one chance to say this, so here goes." Peeta says with a nervous smile. "Katniss Everdeen, I love you. I have for a long time, and if I get home I hope for something between the two of us." 

The audience is overjoyed and hollering their heads off. Me? I feel angry. The same cold sting of betrayal that I felt when Peeta asked to be trained alone creeps into the pit of my stomach. I am feeling a lot of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayed, sad, and most of all alone. I had thought of Peeta as an ally at first, but lately I had begun to view him as something more: a friend. But apparently Peeta does't feel that way. The way he was able to tell the crowd so easily that he was in love with my best friend, the way he was able to ensure himself many sponsors and decrease mine so greatly was unbelievable to me. He isn't my friend, no, not at all. He is my competition. 

A/N Hey you guys! Since the wait for this chapter was slightly prolonged, I decided to make it a little longer. 

Please comment, vote, follow and etc etc if you enjoyed. 

Peace,

-Once Upon A Tribute