Katniss pov
Cato and I were sitting in the training room set, preparing for our interview. This is when we go public. We are sitting on our chairs, holding hands and chatting. A third chair has been set out for our interviewer, Caesar Flickerman, from the award show. He comes in, but as a shock, he died his hair blue for this interview. At least it's better then the crimson at my last interview. "So, you two. Ex's that are lovers in a movie, how is that going." He asks right off.
"Well we aren't exactly ex's anymore." I hint,
"You're together? Well that just proves movies are good for you, helps you find true love." Caesar jokes, but it's true.
"Yeah, they are good for you. They help you through life. It's kind of like the movie My Journal of Life, one of my first movies. It's about leaving your home and finding yourself, that's exactly what was happening to me. Acting and singing has helped me survive." I say, not meaning to but Cato just looks at me with love, so I am all good.
"That makes sense Kitten, that makes sense. I remember when I found out you were a singer slash actor, I was ecstatic for you, but I was sad I wasn't there for you. I buried my life in my work as a full time CEO and part time actor. Right now my assistant is handling the company. " Cato says, using my old nickname. I smile, remembering the day he started calling me that. It was my sixteenth birthday, we had been dating for about two months and I was having a masquerade ball. My mother let me plan it, since she was to busy. I had the best food, clothes and music.
"Hello, earth to Katniss." Caesar laughs,
"Hmmm, wait, what?" I ask,
"Well someone was lost in thought. I said, when was the first time you performed?"
"Coincidentally, I was just thinking about that. It was at my sixteenth birthday. My mother was busy so I planned it. It was a masquerade ball. I sang one of my favorite songs at the time, Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin. I had lots of praise for it. That was the first time I really truly performed, before, I sang all the time when I was out hunting with my father when I was five." I sigh contently at the memory,
"Ooooooh, Cato, better not break this girls heart, she might shot yours. So your good with a gun?" a gun, are you serious, a pity tool.
"No, I shoot a bow and arrows, that's why I didn't need training for the movie. Would you like to see?" Caesars eyes widen and I laugh, "It's safe, I wont shoot you or mister muscles over there." I say gesturing to Cato. Annie walks over with my favorite set bow and arrows and I take aim at the target across set. After I have an idea of how far it is, about thirty meters, I knock an arrow, not bothering with the sight. I release the bow, using my old trick of tucking my hair behind my ear. The arrow lands with a loud thump, an X shot, a ten, a bulls eye. I turn to see a shocked Caesar and a proud Cato. I sit down, and the interview goes on with useless topics like the make up brands I use. When all and all is done, I head over to grab a snack, but I am pulled into a closet. Finnick and Peeta stand there, disappointment etched into their faces. Finnick is the first to speak,
"Why him, why not us." I look at them, seriously.
"First of all, Peeta, you never made a move, and Finnick, I love Cato. That's all." I just walk away, not wanting my happy mood to be ruined even more.