Caesar Flickerman sits opposite me, slouched back comfortably in his seat as if this was second nature to him. Doing this for many years on end it must be. But, I don't know how he lives with all the guilt, from interviewing children, who he knows will be dead except for one. I have no idea why I even signed up for such a job. Maybe I thought it would be fun? But, here I am sitting in a seat across from Caesar, awaiting such questions.
"So, Aurelle, how does it feel to be the first female head game-maker?"
Such an easy question, yet all the answers I've prepared fall out of my head all of a sudden. I know my face is on every screen around Panem, and I look like a terrified child. I feel like a tribute. I cough to clear my throat and compose my nerves before answering.
"It's a dream come true for any Capitol citizen to be part of the Games. I've been a game maker for the past 3 years but for the President to acknowledge my success and to promote me is more than I could ever have dreamt."
"Well then you wouldn't mind telling us a little about the arena, now would you?"
I thought this over. If I told, execution would be just a day away. However, I kind of wanted to live a little. So going with the latter, not telling was my only option.
"Yes, I would mind actually. We would wanted to scare away any courageous volunteers would we, Caesar?"
"You're absolutely right! Moving on thought, how do you think this year's tributes will do?"
This question threw me off. We haven't even picked the tributes, so how could he possibly know? Unless one thing. Unless, it's rigged. He must have been trying to tell me without saying it. President Snow still hast to announce the theme of this year, so he might mention it then. I don't plan on asking though.
"I don't know exactly, but they sure will be in for a surprise."
With that, we were off the air and I was free to leave. I walked briskly out of the room, and down the hall. I hope I did well.