It was a windy day in the District of Celebrities, the one district that did not participate in the Hunger Games with all the other districts. They had their own competition, because, well, they were famous. Most of the districts picked out two tributes - but because the District of Celebrities only competed with itself, there were five every year.
Or that was the rule, at least. For the first time since the beginning of the Games, one of the tributes didn't show up - leaving only four. That's why Ben Stiller let out a sigh of relief as he stepped forward. Now he had a 25% chance of winning.
"Quiet down, everyone." Justin Bieber called out. Having won the Celebrity Hunger Games once, he now drew names for the tributes. He reached into a large hat, and read the next name into the microphone.
"Pat Metheny."
Mumbles rippled through the crowd.
"Who's THAT?" someone said rather loudly.
Ben Stiller shrugged. He didn't know who this Matt Tortellini was - the name alone sounded like someone he could stomp on. He heard a yell in the crowd. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! I DON'T VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"
Some guards shoved an older man with huge, curly hair up to the stage. Ben felt bad for him for a minute, but those feelings faded when Pat started complaining that he had broken a nail.
"Leonardo DiCaprio." Justin Bieber called out once again. Pat let out a loud shriek.
"LEO!" he shouted. "I LOVE you!"
Leo DiCaprio had no guards behind him - he strode up to the stage, his swagger emanating around him.
"OH MY GOSH! LEO! I LOVED YOU IN TITANIC! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" Pat wept.
"No."
"Oh. Okay."
"And last but not least," Justin Bieber announced. "David Krumholtz."
"WHO'S THAT?!" the person from before yelled again.
"You talk again and you're gonna be the sixth tribute, Britney!" Justin called back, rather unprofessionally.
"BUT I WANNA SCREAM AND SHOUT AND LET IT ALL OUT!"
"Oops, you did it again! Get on the stage!"
"I REFUSE!" But Britney Spears was pushed onto the stage, just as David Krumholtz had gotten there.
"OH! You're the guy from Santa Clause," Ben said.
"But who's she?" Pat asked, snickering.
"I'm the sixth tribute."
"Okay, first of all, there's only five of us. Second of all, who are you?"
"Don't you talk to me that way, old man. And, in case you weren't paying attention, therewas another person, but they weren't there."
"Then HOW DO THEY COUNT?!"
"STOP QUESTIONING THE CELEB HUNGER GAMES!"
"So," Justin Bieber began. "These are our tributes. You begin tomorrow. Good luck to everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor."