Ok, here are the interviews! I decided to do it in Caesar Flickerman's POV. I promise we will get back inside the tributes heads, but the reapings took so long and it was the same thing for everyone, and the interviews are the same way. And we need to see what they act like on the outside, which isn't really possible when you're in their heads, right? Well, it is, but nobody pays attention to that. At least I don't….oh well. And this way I don't have to do 50 chapters for one event. Well, I do, but they're not as long. Sponsor points coming when we start the games, I'm still signing someone Don't believe me when I say what I plan to do, because so far I've changed everything I've said I'll do! :D Ok, well, enjoy! (Thank you sooo much if you've reviewed!)

Caesar Flickerman

I check my watch. Three minutes until show time. My prep team powders a little bit more royal purple makeup on my hair and my eyelids. I know it's silly, since I've been doing this for years, but I always get nervous. I always try to help the tributes along, but I don't want to make them uncomfortable, or get them in trouble with the President. I absentmindedly brush some purple powder off the shoulders of my navy blue light bulb suit. It's show time.

I step onto the stage and greet the audience. "Happy Hunger Games!" I say. "Are we ready to meet this year's tributes?" The huge crowd responds with the same cheers and roars that severely damage my ears every year. "Well, let the interviews begin!" I finish. I cross the stage to my big red velvet chair, and gesture for the District One female tribute Ruby Zershmeide to come and sit in the chair opposite me. She looks stunning in a bright pink strapless dress covered in gold glitter that shimmers in the sun whenever she moves. Her long blonde hair is curled. She stands up, flips her hair, and glides over to join me. I decide to get straight to the point.

"So, Ruby, how do you feel about representing District One in the Hunger Games this year?" I ask casually.

"I'm so excited. I've been practicing since I was four, and I just know this is my year," she answers confidently. I acknowledge this confidence.

"You certainly seem very sure of yourself," I challenge. She hesitates for a moment.

"Well, you have to believe in yourself, right? That's the only way to win." I can tell she's choosing her words carefully. I don't want to mess up whatever her strategy is, so I change the subject.

"Your dress is gorgeous, wouldn't you agree?" I ask her. She smiles and stands.

"I have my wonderful stylist Gwendalyn to thank for that," she answers. Ruby twirls, and points to a tall woman with curly blonde hair, full red lips, and a slight tan. I assume this is Gwendalyn, and give her a shoutout.

"Well done!" I stand and twirl in imitation of Ruby, and the audience laughs. Gwendalyn simply nods her head. The buzzer sounds, and Ruby returns to her seat.

Next up is Rosco Nelson. He's dressed in a bright blue silk shirt that resembles Ruby's outfit. He's wearing long silvery pants, which highlights the blue in his shirt and his eyes. I stare into his eyes and immediately see his arrogance reflected in them. I'll have to be careful. He smiles to the audience as he takes his seat. I turn to face him and begin my little questionnaire.

"Rosco Nelson, what do you think of your opponents thus far?" I ask. He considers this, turns around to study his competition, and then answers me.

"I don't think it matters who my opponents are. I'm the best, and I'm going to win. I'm really good at swordplay, I'm strong…" He goes on and on in a long list of things he's supposedly good at. I nod graciously, but he's going about the wrong way if he's trying to get sponsors, in my opinion. But I don't know the Capitol citizens personally, so my opinion doesn't count for much. He finally seems to have run out of things to brag about.

"Tell me about your family," I say.

"Well, my parents are supportive, but my brother thinks I'll lose. I know he's wrong," Rosco replies. The buzzer sounds, and I don't have time to ask about his brother. The audience groans in dissapointment and Rosco stands and goes to sit next to Ruby.

Ruth Connors approaches me and sits down. She's in a short, solid black dress with a tight satin bodice, and a tulle skirt. The dress has spaghetti straps, and tiny bits of lace around the bottom of the skirt and low neckline. It's pretty, but with her long, jet black hair and her radiant smile, it almost makes her look like a gothic Barbie doll. She waves to the cameras and takes her seat.

"Ruth, you seem very happy today. Would you tell us why?"

"I can't believe I'm on TV! It's so exciting!" Ruth answers, bouncing in her seat.

"What are your thoughts about going into the games?" I ask her. I'm confused about her answer. Most tend to go deeper than the excitement of being on TV.

"I can't wait to meet everyone, I'm sure we'll have a great time," she says. This confuses me even more, and I can see the audience is looking at one another and murmuring, probably trying to decode her reply. I pause, think for a minute, and carefully word my question.

"So you're excited to go into the arena?" I confirm.

"Of course!" she answers enthusiastically. I'm still puzzled, but I let it slide. It's a good I didn't pursue the matter, because the buzzer signals that three minutes are up. She jumps up, waves to the camera one last time, and returns to her seat as her district partner, Caelan Brown stands to join me.

He sits down and smiles nervously, fidgeting with his tie, waiting for my question.

"Caelan, what was going through your mind when you volunteered?" I ask him.

"Well, I guess I just didn't want Ruth to go in alone. She's always been there for me, and it's my turn to be there for her," he says cautiously. I know this is only part of the truth. But I can see in Caelan's eyes it is, nevertheless, the truth. I feel bad for him. Either he or his friend will be dead probably within the next week. The audience turns to Ruth, and she's still smiling, but this time it's at Caelan. I turn back to him, and see he's returned her smile. I continue to ask him about his family and friends, but all the audience is interested in is him and Ruth. The buzzer sounds, and Caelan Brown returns to his seat.

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