I take a deep breath as my name gets called. My stylist, Olive, a girl in her mid-twenties I would guess, had dressed me in a rather simple brown dress that fit perfectly on my body and dyed my hair dark green, also weaving twigs in. I looked like a tree, I assume representing district sevens’ work in lumber. I put on a huge smile and step out onto the stage. The crowd greets me with applause, not very enthusiastic. Lyric Flickerman  gives me a smile. She rises out of her chair to greet me with a hug then gestures for me to sit in a chair next to hers. I sit and look expectantly at Lyric. She immediately begins talking. “so, Cathrine, are you excited for the games?” well yes, I think, I’m overjoyed I’m about to go into an arena where I’m almost sure to die. I keep my smile somehow and say, “well, yes, quite.” best make myself seem strong, I suppose. Lyric rambles on. “How are you finding the Capitol?” other than awful? “it’s rather nice.” Lyric nods, seeming disappointed by my lack of words. who can blame her? she covers her emotions by turning the attention to my outfit. “so, who made these,” she paused, looking for the right word. “interesting clothes?” DUH! “my stylist.” I reply. Lyric laughs, as does the audience. well, she asked! Lyric stopped laughing and said obnoxiously, “well, yes. So, is there anyone, special, at home?” I shrugged my shoulders. “well, yes, there is.” “who?” Lyric presses, “what does he look like, how old is he?” “his name is Sam, he has light tanned skin and black hair, and he is 11.” Lyric nods. “well, any words for him?” I look into the crowd and say, “Sam, take care of yourself. I miss you, and since I’m probably going to die, just remember me. I’ll think of you when I take my last breath.” okay, maybe that overdid it a little. I looked at Lyric. She had several tears in her eyes. Whether they were genuine or fake, I don’t know, and probably never will. “thank you Cathrine. That was touching. Now, what do you think would help you win?” I take a deep breath and say, “well, I’m small, but that’s not really an advantage. Umm, I’m decent with climbing trees, so that may help a little.” I’m not telling everyone my real strength, bow and arrows! Lyric opens her mouth to question me more, but at that second the buzzer goes off. Lyric smiles and says, “thank you for your time. Give it up for Cathrine!” scattered applause. Oh well, some is better than none. I walked off the stage. thank god that’s over! I hate being on stage! I sit with the other tributes and breath a sigh of relief. at least it will all be over soon.