A/N: Okay. So you guys are in for a treat! Another hatchling from my brain. Yet again my brain has decided to start a new story. (Whilst listening to the Mockingjay soundtrack, no less.) So, here. Enjoy.

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Katniss closed her eyes and reveled in the sound of the timpani. This violins coming in ever so softly before soaring to the crescendo.

This was why she had become a conductor. Getting lost in the cocoon of sound, ebbing and flowing. It was so much like being in the arms of her father as a child, her eyes closed as he would rock her back and forth as he sang her a song, his chest vibrating beneath her ear, rising and falling with his breath.

She had always had an ear for music, and had inherited her father's gift of a beautiful voice, but singing almost always meant stage time and that scared her to no end.

She was no good with words, so she let the music speak for her.

When she did have to talk to the members of the orchestra, it was always brief and to the point, no pleasantries needed.

Music spoke to her on a whole other level. It seemed to speak to her soul. Which, funny enough, was what the reviews of her newest piece said that the music did for others. It was her way of speaking, and if you could hear her, it spoke volumes.

She was currently conducting the piece she had written for a movie score, watching the screen as everyone played their parts, making sure the moods correlated.

When the final note faded, Mr. Heavensbee's voice came over the intercom with a very excited tone. "That was wonderful, Katniss! We recorded that one to play back with the dialogue just to be sure. Give us a sec, and we'll have it up for you to watch. Then we can do the actual recording."

Katniss smiled and nodded, telling the orchestra members to take five before going into the little screening room to wait and watch.

The producer of the movie, Haymitch Abernathy, was the only other person in the room as she sat down.

He leaned forward from his seat behind her, and whispered, "You must like the boy, don't you?"

Katniss looked over her shoulder at him, her arms already crossed defensively and scowled at him. "What?"

"Peeta Mellark. The boy that was in that romantic scene you just wrote a song for? I call him the boy regardless, but I'm just saying, the way you crescendoed right before the kiss, the silence as their lips met, the quiet violins like the sun coming out right after, and the rallentando to the end… You've got it bad for the boy."

"When did you get so eloquent with words, Haymitch?"

He chuckled. "You and I are a lot more alike than you know, sweetheart."

The scene started to play and she was once again lost in the music, but she had to focus to make sure it was fitting okay.

Still, her mind wandered, but not to music. No, it was wandering to blonde curly hair and blue eyes in a conference room several months ago at the first read through. She had been there to get a rough idea of the emotions, running time, cut lines, and the lot.

She had only seen him from across the table, sharing a small smile with each other. She thought she had caught him staring at her once or twice. They hadn't even talked. Haymitch had introduced her to all the actors after the read through, and when he came up, they were both speechless.

She was sure he was wondering why he was meeting her when he had more important things to do, but she was stunned silent by the electricity between their hands that seemed to travel up her arm and to her stomach, making it flop like a fish on a dock. The kind of feeling she wanted to pull away from, but try as she might she couldn't bring herself to let go.

She was just coming back to the scene, they were already almost done, the actress was crying and turning to leave.

"Just let me go!" she sobbed.

He - Peeta - reached out and grabbed her hand, turning her to face him. When she wouldn't look up at him, he tucked a finger under her chin to tilt it up. When she finally did - God, this girl must have been a soap opera star before. She was terrible - he smiled a small, sad smile and said, "I can't."

Katniss found herself mouthing the words as he said it.

And then they kissed. And boy, was Haymitch right. It was one of those moments where she forgot she wrote it, forgot what happened next, and it was all new to her. And she loved it.

When it was over, she turned in her seat to face Haymitch, who was already looking at her with a smirk.

"Why do you think I like him?"

"I told you, the-"

Katniss help up her hand. "Hup! And nothing about sunrises and rallentandos."

Haymitch chuckled. "Well, kid, you've got a way with music. You make it speak to people. I just listened."