A/N So warning this story is written under the influence of Pop goes punk songs XD
Oh right…and in the last chapter Peeta was the one crying she didn't see Gale…not yet.
One more thing…sorry for the long wait. School is starting to tear me apart.
Disclaimer: I seriously don't own the Hunger Games but I do own earphones so that when I listen to music my dad wouldn't criticize. XD Oh and I don't own any of these songs. I also don't own Step up 2 or The Princess and the Frog.
Katniss P.O.V.
"Peeta Mellark!"
You're kidding me, bread boy is my competition! Just great, seriously, he was crying when he doesn't even know me! What the hell man! Whatever, just another person to try- no actually beat I don't try. I do. That crown is officially mine, nothing can stop me from achieving its greatness and collecting the prizes it comes with.
Peeta, I feel like I know that name from somewhere but I just can't place it!
I won't matter anyways, soon enough he will be dead.
The town gossip would always be about him 'That handsome teenager.' 'Who ever thought a teenager could be so kind and intriguing' 'Mm Mm Mmh I am going to marry that boy' 'How old are you?!' 'I am 30, why?' 'Because...he's only 15, you ti ti ri (pronounced tea tea re).' "He's such a nice boy" they would say "always giving his food to the poor." The 'poor' being the people from my side of the town. Sad part is they actually believe that they are the rich ones, when the rich ones are actually the seam 'brats'. Yes I just called myself a 'brat'. Whatever, they call us this all the time, yet they are wrong, completely and utterly wrong and forever will they be wrong.
The crowd parts ways as he walks up the aisle. His eyes finally land on me and stay that way. I feel…I feel like we have a gravitational pull, pulling us toward each other. Really… I feel like I'm being pulled in toward him.
The crowd-I can feel them. I can see the gears working their heads. 'We will finally have a victor this year. Two have been reaped a seam; One who has learned to survive since her childhood days; and a merchant; one who has been given everything he has ever wanted, but has given it up to the seam kids and boys; one will survive, and this year will be one we will not forget.'
I tear my gaze from Peeta's. I look around and I my eyes fall on Gales.
His face is unreadable, he's put his barriers back up, and his face is a mask. Here I was thinking he would tell me what he was thinking. He has been my best friend since childhood yet it seems like he doesn't give a damn. That totally makes me feel better. The life I live, it makes me wonder "Is this the life I'm supposed to live?" Yet I never have nor will I ever doubt that this isn't the life I'm supposed to live.
At this point Peeta is finally next to me.
"Please welcome this year's tribute Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark."
"Go on, shake hands you two." I do. His arm is warm and I feel a spark run down my arm and consume my body. I instantly let go and he looks disappointed. He's an open book, easy kill. Yet I feel somewhat bad to just kill him off, must be the pre-game jitters.
The crowd goes silent; barley can you can hear silent murmuring and faint crying. Suddenly they put up three fingers, our old tradition, which I thought everyone hag forgotten, apparently they hadn't.
I look around and everyone looks…so solemn.
The peacekeepers take us by our elbows and pull us toward the justice building, once were there they lead us to two separate rooms and push us leaving us there all alone…
The room's look is somewhat vintage. A red couch in the middle with an elegant clock on the wall. Something that makes me feel at home.
Primrose and my Mother are the first one to come in and invade my space. The space I don't want them to come any where near.
Primrose comes in crying. The nerve of her!
"Thank-Thank you for taking her place Katniss." Mother tells me.
"Don't call me that! You have no right! I didn't do it for any of you."
"Oh. I'm sorry, I should have know-"
"That brat did not deserve to take my place in these years' games. They're mine to win!"
Primrose starts to cry harder you can see the pain in her eyes. You should have noticed by now, I don't like her; I don't hate her but really don't like her.
They both leave crying and I don't really care. Then Gale comes in.
He comes in and gives me an embrace; he still doesn't know me completely so I have to put up an act.
"You can do it, I know you can hunt. Hunt them all down."
"Gale there are twenty-four of us and only one comes out." Completely innocent ha-ha yeah right.
"You can do it just remember I l-" The peacekeeper comes and takes him away; I may never know what he wanted to say to me. Ha-ha no I'll find out.
Peeta's father comes in next, slowly as if uncertain if it's right to come near me. Everyone knows my father and I hate my Mother and Primrose. How could they not, they got divorced and we don't even acknowledge one another, like neither existed, a relationship fated to never work out.
"Katniss…" Peeta's father. I trade with him when I shoot squirrels as game.
"Yes?" I ask quietly
"I want you to have these and I want to ask you for only one thing."
He hands me a bag-a…bag of cookies.
"Please just don't let him die first." I need to win, and now this…I-I man this is really messed up! But I have to act sentimental, the person they want me to be.
"Okay, I'll try to help him survive, but everything that happens is up. To. Him. Okay?"
"Yes, I think he's smart enough to figure it out. Thank you Katniss. May the odds be…ever I your favor." He says to me, giving me a hug and walk away leaving the bag of cookies.
Almost instantly my father shows up.
"Don't worry Katniss whatever you have to tell me you can, we got as much time as you need, the peacekeeper outside knows who I am so he'll let us talk for more than the time allowed." My father said a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Its okay dad I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes father, we can just kill time if you want."
A peacekeeper comes in.
"What do you want?! Cant you see I'm trying to spend time with my daughter?!"
"I apologize sir but I have been told to inform this year's tributes:"
Dear Tributes:
As a result of popular demand you now, on the walk to the train, must sing, dance or "rap" a song in front of the camera crew as preserved from the old days. This has been ordered to give a way to show the talent preserved in the each tribute. Each tribute will separately do what they have chosen. Keep in mind this could also help you gain sponsors. The peacekeeper who has given you this message will have sheet music, you shall choose and prepare quickly. We don't have all day. Good Luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Bloody Roses,
President Cornelius Snow
"Is that all?" My father asked
"Yes sir, the president has ordered it; I have already told the other tribute. Here is the remaining sheet music. I'll be on my way now." He says and throws the sheet music at me. It hits my face dead on.
My father is ready to execute him but I stop him.
"Father don't, he doesn't know who we are, only the older one knows besides soon enough he will find out and he will be begging at our knees for forgiveness."
"Alright Katniss, so what song are you going to sing? Hmmm. We need to make an impression not that it will be necessary with your talent."
"Okay so it's going to be..." I whisper to him. (A/N I'm pretty sure you know what song ;])
"Well okay I'll go so you can get ready and make me even more proud."
Once he leaves I have another vister, my best friend Madge Undersee.
"This is going to be quick Katniss; I wanted to give you this." She takes out something from her pocket.
"It was my aunts; she got killed in the Hunger Games the year Haymich won. Please wear it for good luck." She says, pining a mokingjay pin to my dress. Which I got to say actually looks really pretty.
She along with my Mother and Primrose are the only one's who know about "me."
She knows because she's also an Angel of Darkness, actually she's the Duchess and my best friend. We met when I was little, my father hoping I would turn out to be the princess, decided to seek out some of the other High nobility, introduced us, and we have been the best of friends ever since.
"Okay, I'll wear it as my token."
"Good. Now…I know about the song, oh and one more thing…"
"What Madge? Bring you back something from the capital?"
"No. The people there don't know you're the princess they think somebody from District One is and that person is going to try to take away your spotlight. So save the whole 'I'm the princess *shows powers and wings* thing for like a grand finale or maybe Grand beginning of the end. Okay?"
"Okay fine. Now go, I want the song to start already; take some pictures please."
"You got it bestie. Silly girl you think I wouldn't? Shame." She says and leaves in a big manner getting to the door. Bowing down dramatically and then exiting the door. She gives me a wave and leaves me with a small smile tugging at my lips.
"Oh, and by the way really pretty dress, it suit you!" She says after quickly popping her head back in and leaving once more.
"Thanks Madge." Now I prepare for the song.
The peacekeeper comes. I tell him my song choice. He nods grabs me from the elbow and pushes me into a black limo.
There is when I see Peeta, with puffy red eyes. I ignore him and look down avoiding the eyes that roam my face.
"Are you guys ready?" A peacekeeper asks. I nod my head in response and so does Peeta.
"Alright. Male tribute first."
Peeta waits for the music to start and starts singing and dancing. (A/N Like moose in the finale scene in Step Up 2)
Sings "Down" By Jay Sean (A/N Guys just watch "Down" by Jay Sean. Sorry I won't put the lyrics I'm paranoid.)
He finally gets to the train gets in and the door closes behind him. Finally it's my turn, though I have to admit his voice was really good.
They start the music and I walk out confidently and sing "Almost there" from the Princess and the Frog (A/N Go put the song on then imagine what happens next C:)
I twirl around and sing. Moving my hands up like fanning myself, but instead I get cheers.
I finally get to the train, I board, turn around put a hand on my hip and smirk as the door closes in my face. Time to meet my mentor.
A/N So what do you think? Tell me…or type to me…in a review. Sorry about not putting the lyrics I'm paranoid, but you know what you can do PM me or send me a review telling me that I can…and that it's not against the guidelines of Fan fiction. Cause' seriously I'm paranoid.
If you do they'll be in the next chapter when they see everyone else sing….
So…Review please:] – The Music Girl