The nauseated man stared at himself in disbelief in the mirror. He was distraught in the results that he had heard over the intercom, announcing that they had pulled out the Girl on Fire from the arena along with the greatest Finnick Odair and a couple of other tributes that Caesar had grown to adore. This only meant that the entire audience would be expecting more answers. After the bountiful of years that Caesar practiced in knowing each personality, to know how to move from a odd topic to the next but he couldn't do this.
Finally after stepping away from the mirror, the dearest Caesar Flickerman fixed his sparkly and green suit and nodded to himself that he was ready for anything. A knock on the door caused him to turn and knew that it was ready for a show. Before opening the door, he placed his famous wide open smile and straightened his back as he walked.
"Sorry! Sorry! But my face simply couldn't fix itself!" He laughed while all his camera men smiled at and just shook their head. Caesar walked over to one of the men that had an earpiece with a clipboard. "Brad, how's the family? The wife still cooks that fine turkey pie? You must send me the recipe because each time I look one up in the interweb it always makes my pie look like horse manure!" The guy merely laughed while Caesar gave him a good pat on the back. "Tell me good Lad, who's the first one that I'm going to interview?" His smile was kept on his face and just prayed that the small man that stood in front of him didn't tell him what he thought would come out of his mouth. "Peeta is the first." The guy said without hesitation but as much as Caesar wanted to yell or debate on it being another day, he nodded in agreement. How would he begin to ask his man about the love of his life being taken away from the arena, about how betrayed he must have felt.
"You're on in 5, Mr. Flickerman!" The voice of a woman yelled behind him and Caesar didn't have a choice but smile and take his place on stage where thousands of souls boomed from every direction with his name being repeated. The blood drained from his face once he turned and saw the face of the boy with the bread behind the curtains but Caesar Flickerman's smile never faded away from his face. The show had to continue on.