"Ethan Fotarte" The perky voice of Lyric Flickerman came from the stage.

I grinned. I ruffled my dark brown hair. Here we go!

"Just tell them what they want Ethan," Jesse, my mentor, advised.

I walked towards the stage smoothly and sat down on the couch.

"Ah welcome Ethan!" Lyric clapped her hands together.

I smiled. She is so perky. I bet she doesn't even care that we are going to be killed.

"So one main question I must ask you is," Lyric laughed, "Is there someone special at home?"

"Her name is Stephanie Rorama," I smiled.

"Hahaha, that is great!" Lyric squealed, "The second most important question is how was life before you were twelve?"

"I pretty much helped my family stay alive," I said,

"Well isn't that nice?" Lyric smiled as perky as can be.

"How do you like the Capitol?" Lyric asked.

"Practically everything," I smiled.

"Ah! Isn't that a nice answer?" Lyric chuckled, "Why do you want to win the Hunger Games?"

"I want to support my family. We aren't rich and we are really poor," I told her and the audience.

"Don't worry Ethan!" Lyric clapped her hands together. "How did you feel during the reaping?"

"Very confident," I said.

"Why did want to win?" She asked.

"I would like to win because my family is poor," I replied.

"We are out of time! We will see you soon Ethan!" Lyric smiled, "Everyone! Evan Fortarte!"

I smirked and walked off of the stage. I will win the Hunger Games!