A/N, This chapter is from Katniss' POV. Enjoy!

Katniss-Interview night of the 74th Hunger games

I'm sitting in a bare metal room when Cinna comes in. I smile and hug him. He's the only one in the capital that cares about her.

"How am I supposed to do this? I don't know how to make people like me."

"You made me like you."

I scowl. "That was different; I wasn't trying."

"Just act like you're talking to me."

I look down at my dress. It's a bright red with glitter covering it. The top was tight while the bottom flared out at the bottom. It had no sleeves, with a trail of glitter covering one of my shoulders.

We head out to the waiting area. The rest of the tributes are waiting for their interview. Caesar calls out the girl from one, Glimmer. I don't pay attention to the interviews. When my name is called, I walk out onto the stage. I'm so nervous I miss Caesar's first question.

"What?"

Caesar laughs. "I think someone's a little nervous."

I smile.

"I asked you, what has impressed you the most since you arrived here?"

"The lamb stew. "

He laughs "I eat that by the bucketful."

I laugh

"Now, Katniss, what did you think of your costume for the opening ceremonies?"

Be honest. "You mean after I got over my fear of being burnt alive?"

"Yes."

"I think Cinna is a genius. I mean, look at the dress I'm wearing tonight."

He laughs, and I look out at Cinna, who makes a circular motion with his finger. He wants me to spin. So I do — the audience shrieks in delight. My dress has caught fire, and it's engulfing me. When I stop, I'm dizzy, and I have to grip Caesar's arm to prevent from falling.

"Steady there, couldn't have you pulling a Haymitch now."

I laugh, and so does the audience.

"Now, about that training score, you got an eleven. Can you tell us what happened there?"

I smile. "Why, Caesar, I can't give up my secret."

"Oh, come on. You're killing me."

I look up at the game makers "I can't talk about it, right?"

They all laugh. One of them shouts. "She's not!"

I smile "thank you."

"Alright then, what about your sister? Can you talk about her?"

"She's twelve. Her name is Prim, and I love her more than anything else."

The audience is silent.

"What did she say to you, after the reaping?"

Be honest. "She asked me to win, and I told her I would."

At that, the buzzer goes off, and Caesar leads me off stage.

I'm in a daze for the first part of Peeta's interview, but my attention snaps to the stage when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.

"No, but there is this one girl I've liked forever, but I don't think she even knew I was alive until the reaping."

"Does she have another guy?"

"I don't know, lots of guys like her though."

"So, you go and win these games, and when you get home, she can't turn you down."

"I don't think that will help."

"Why not?"

"Because she came here with me."

Then, the buzzer rings and Peeta walks off stage. When he gets backstage, I yell.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was just trying to help."

"Help?! How was that help?" I shove him backward and he hits the wall.

Haymitch comes and breaks us up. "He made you look desirable, which in your case, couldn't hurt, Sweetheart."

This gives me a pause. Maybe he's right. Maybe this could help me get some sponsors. There is still the nagging voice in my head telling me that Peeta is acting nice to trick me, but I decide to ignore it.

We head back to our floor and eat dinner. Then we head off to bed. After all, tomorrow is going to be a 'Big, big, big day.'