Hello there friends.
Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. If I was, Finnick and Prim wouldn't have died.
Enjoy!
"And from District 10, the beautiful Miranda!"
The crowd cheered as the tiny 13 year old walked out on stage, trembling from head to toe.
She looked positively angelic, her golden hair flowing down her back in a glossy waterfall, her big blue eyes bright with fear.
She had a floaty white dress on and white flats. Her hair had several small braids in it, daisies included.
Her stylist was obviously going for the 'angel' theme.
Her stylist succeeded.
"Welcome Miranda! Might I say you look absolutely stunning this evening?" Caesar greeted her. The crowd cheers as response.
"H-hello Caesar…" She stuttered, taking a seat.
"So Miranda, how are you liking it in the Capitol so far?"
"I-it's nice." She stutters.
"Is that all? Come on, what's your favourite thing so far?"
"W-well, I like the m-music player in the apartment. And peaches…" She says thoughtfully, trailing off.
"So you like music then?" Caesar asks.
"Y-yes, I love it."
"Tell us about your family and friends back in District 10."
"W-well, I'm from the community home. My parents d-died in a fever outbreak a couple years ago." The audience 'awwwed' in sympathy.
"I'm sorry to hear that. What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?" Caesar asks, turning the conversation around, avoiding all negativity.
"I like to s-sing."
"Can you sing for us, Miranda? I'm sure we all want to hear." The Capitol audience cheered.
"I don't know…"
"Aw, please?" The audience echoed this.
"Ok…"
And she opened her mouth.
She sang sweet and pure. The Capitol cheered and whooped, and she left the stage to thundering applause.
She didn't know it, but they recorded her voice, and Capitolians would replay the recording again and again for years to come.
Miranda survived the bloodbath, but was hunted by the careers that night.
She placed 15th.