Interviews found me back with Luna and Evangelos in a tech room near the main stage. Cameras were showing us dozens of potential images to show Panem.

Blaine rushed in. "Claudius is ready."

"Great. Go live," I told Evangelos. He nodded and flipped a switch.

"Show the audience," I told Luna. The screaming residents of the Capitol, all dressed in their best, filled our live feed. Claudius Templesmith's voice boomed through the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your master of ceremonies, Caesar Flickerman!" The audience went wild.

"Show Caesar."

Caesar's smiling face and pale-yellow hair appeared. I smiled. His suit, lips, and eyelashes all matched his hair. He looked amazing.

Caesar gave a speech about how his color choice represented the youth of the Head Gamemaker. Blaine poked me jokingly and I smiled at him. Caesar's speech was filled with wit and charm, and the Capitol people loved it. Finally, he introduced the girl from District 1, Deliah.

"Show her walking onto stage," I told Evangelos. He nodded and soon her long blonde hair and wide smile appeared on screen.

"Back to Caesar for her intro."

We kept switching cameras, getting the best angles of tributes, zooming in and out, panning over their outfits. Occasionally, we'd give a shot of the crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman, the lovely Diesa of District 6!" Caesar held her arm in the air and the audience applauded.

I felt my heart skip a beat. Glenn was next. My stomach dropped as he walked on stage. He was dressed in a brown suit with bright green trim and a sparkling green tie. His eyes darted around, and he looked nervous.

"You'll do fine, they'll love ya," I whispered under my breath.

Blaine turned around to me. "What?" he asked innocently. I felt my cheeks flush.

"I was just saying…he has a good stylist. I…like his suit.," I like. Blaine surveyed Glenn's outfit and gave a nod of agreement. "I guess so."

We got ready for camera switches. His interview was starting.

Glenn sat down beside Caesar and glanced around the audience. He seemed startled by the first question.

"How has it been to be here in the Capitol?"

Glenn thought for a moment and responded, "Really interesting, to say the least. It's a huge contrast to the factories that fill the streets of District 6."

Caesar jumped on the opportunity to talk about the home District. "Ah, that's right. The transportation district. You could have put together the very train that brought you here." He emphasized "very train" with a slight pump of his fist.

Glenn perked up a bit. "Actually, I work on the tech side, not the assembly."

"Oooo, I bet that's interesting," Caesar said, looking to the audience to back him up.

"Yeah, it is. I actually could have been promoted next year if I hadn't been reaped," he said sadly. He got a dejected look and I felt a pang. He needed to just get back home.

Caesar responded to this in his usual optimistic way. "Well, if you win this, you won't need a promotion!" The audience applauded and Caesar laughed. Then he became slightly subdued. "Now Glenn," he said, leaning in. "Can you keep a secret?"

Glenn nodded and, following Caesar's lead, leaned in as well.

"I've heard talk around the Capitol that you are the best-looking tribute in the bunch!" Caesar told him, pretending to be very discreet. The audience applauded at this, and many of the younger girls in the crowd shouted their agreement.

I blushed as I told Evangelos, "Show the crowd."

Glenn seemed slightly taken aback by this. "Wow, that's…very flattering," he said nervously, reaching to smooth his hair.

Caesar smiled. "Did you ever think you could be a fan favorite?"

Glenn pondered this for a moment. "Honestly, no. I never did. The girls from 6 don't really pay attention to me. I'm kind of considered a nerd." He brightened up a bit. "Hey, if I win, maybe I'll just stay here."

"A fine idea indeed!" Caesar said as the audience applauded.

After the clapping died down, Caesar asked another question.

"So what will be your strategy? Obviously, you're a very bright young man. Will you flee? Or fight?"

Glenn seemed slightly more comfortable now. "That all depends on the arena, and the people I'm fighting. And if, by some miracle, I get my hands on a weapon of some kind."

"Well your training score was actually quite good, especially for a tribute from a mid-District such as 6," Caesar said. I brightened at this statement. Yes, it was a pretty good score. He earned it. Right?

I was considering this as Caesar was asking, "Do you think you pose a threat in the arena?"

"I'm not sure yet. I guess I could, if I'm as popular as you say I am." At this statement, he received reassuring screams from his fans. "But I guess we'll see."

Caesar nodded. "Well we're almost out of time here. But one final question. What's your motivation to win this? What gives you the will to become the victor?"

Blaine laughed and nudged me jokingly. "Yeah, because he'll win this, right?"

I laughed nervously, going along with it. "Yeah, right."

Glenn thought before responding. "I guess… I guess just the glory of it. The pride that comes with it. And, of course, a better life for my family." He paused momentarily before smiling sarcastically. "And it means I don't die."

That last statement seemed to throw Caesar a bit, but he didn't miss a beat. "That's a fine point." There was scattered applause from the audience.

"Good luck." Caesar said as he shook Glenn's hand. Glenn nodded a thank you.

"Ladies and gentleman, Glenn from District 6!"