So, I'd like to thank everyone for their lovely reviews and also the followers and favouriters (is that a word?) for all your support. You guys are absolutely awesome! I don't own the hunger games or Suzanne Collins, but I can dream. And, hopefully, write.

I'd just like to comment that I had to look up a million different synonyms for glittery/dazzling/sparkling/shiny. Do you know how hard it is to find a different word for every time you need to say one of the above?

Enjoy!

I open my eyes.

And then I have to close them again, because I think I'm hallucinating. It's only a blink, really, but it's all I can manage because I'm absolutely stunned at the dazzling creature in my mirror. The jewels that pattern the frame of the looking-glass are dull compared to what Cinna has turned me into.

My skin sparkles with golden magic. Glittering diamonds have been woven into my hair, forming a tiara of sorts. More jewels gleam at my ears. A slim silver chain has been draped around my neck, with a vivid red jewel, probably a ruby, glistening at my throat. In fact, gems adorn my arms, wrists, hair and fingers in a shimmering haze. My accessories are dazzling.

But that's not what caught my attention.

I remember one time when I was about seven or eight years old, I had been playing dress-up with my family. I was pretending to be a princess. My mother had, under careful supervision, let me borrow one of her skirts to use as a dress. (I was a tiny seven-year old). I was wearing a bed sheet as a gown over the top, and my father had done something different with my hair. I had felt beautiful. That evening we saw the Hunger Games interviews, and the girl from District Two, a gorgeous brunette, had come on stage with a spring green gown like a princess and the beautiful feeling had vanished.

That's how I feel now.

I thought I looked nice at the reaping. I was proven wrong at the Parade, where again I thought I looked pretty. Wrong.

What I'm wearing now is stunning beyond belief.

The dress, oh the dress. It is beyond comparison. It is extraordinary, it is stellar, it is sensational, it is fire.

And the only think I can think to say is, "Good, no high heels."

Cinna leads me by the hand out into the parlour where Effie, Haymitch and a Capitolite I don't know are waiting. The unidentified man looks hostile, with the air of a security guard or a textbook Peacekeeper.

The shoes Cinna has put me in are a lot more comfortable than anything else the Capitol has provided this week. I've only worn ballet point slippers once before, and then only for a few minutes, just to try moving and jumping in them before they were carefully put away. These shoes are more comfortable and soft, with thicker ribbons winding up my leg. Also, the ones I tried when I was fourteen were a very faded shade of pink and these are a shimmery orange-gold.

I seem to have a sparkly theme going on here.

We wait until Emër and Portia join us, with my district partner looking fabulous in some sort of suit, and then Mr Mysterious-Capitolite-Scary-Guy escorts us to the elevator. It doesn't stop until we reach the bottom floor, and I'm wondering why until I see that half of the tributes are already here. The elevator zooms back up at light speed, taking Unknown Man with it. We line up in district order, placing me second from the back.I peek down the line of tributees, noting that all of us look amazing, but none so much as that blonde bimbo from D1. She's wearing a transparent bright pink dress and the way her hair is done, in a high ponytail on the side of her head, I can only describe as vivacious. I feel self conscious because I look good when I'm draped with jewels and Glimmer can look amazing in just a shirt/dress (it's hard to tell) and some ridiculously high heels. Rue, who has just appeared from the elevator, looks absolutely adorable in an angelic azure dress complete with gossamer wings and blue flowers woven into her hair in the same pattern as my diamonds are.

Before I know it, Cinna and Portia are gone, Effie is going and Haymitch is offering final words of advice."Chin up, don't look intimidated, don't swear and try not to offend them, sweetheart." Then he's gone too and the stage officials are doing a final head count. Behind the curtain, somebody reads the list of tribute names, and then announces Caesar Flickerman. I can picture his seat swivelling around, displaying a grinning Caesar to the roaring crowds. He starts us off with a few jokes, then calls in the tributes.

Glimmer leads us all on, waving to the audience and swinging her hips as she saunters down to her seat. She'll wait until we're all seated to head over to Caesar. District 1, District Two... District 4, District 5... 8, 9, District 11 and all of a sudden Thresh has taken his seat and I emerge into the blinding spotlight, to thunderous applause.

Once Emër takes his seat, Caesar calls for Glimmer and she prances up to the stage, sticking her chest out and showing plenty of thigh. Her interview passes with many admiring catcalls from the audience and a lot of praise from Caesar. Her partner Marvel comes up and I kind of zone out. The audience laughs a few times, and he gets a cheer at the end, but not as good as Glimmer. I don't listen for a lot of the interviews. I can hear Clove being malicious, Cato being brutal and both of the kids from four play up the 'mysterious' angle that I failed at. It's hard to concentrate when I'm so nervous. There are no more people watching me than there were at the Parade, or at the Reapings, but I wasn't doing anything then, just keeping on a brave face or a smile. Now I require some sort of eloquence and I have to make them like me.

How the heck am I going to do that?

These interviews are kinda taking forever to write. I know it's a short chapter, but I can't really find a better place to cut off... did anyone else think it was taking a little while to get to Katniss' actual interview?