Lucky

Got this idea after hearing the Britney Spears song on the radio.

"Finnick! Finnick! Finnick!"I hear as I walk from my apartment building. Snow provided me with an apartment so I wouldn't have to spend the nights in a hotel or with a client when I'm here. I believe his exact words were 'I want to make it feel like home.' I could never feel at home in the Capitol. I hate this place and these people. I hate it all.

People with cameras are always outside these apartment buildings. They're all waiting to get a picture of someone. Many singers, actors, heiresses, billionaires, business men or woman live in this complex. Of course Snow would want to place me where all the other Capitol elites are. He wouldn't want anything less for a victor.

These people are asking questions and taking pictures. . I don't know why they bother. They should just take their pictures and leave. It's not like I would ever answer them anyways. Then again the people who live in this building would like nothing but the spotlight.

I get in my car and give the driver the address to where I will be seeing my next client, Miss. Andrea. Miss. Andrea is a famous pop singer in the Capitol. I've seen her picture on televisions and billboards. I wouldn't say she is ugly, but I wouldn't call her beautiful either. She must have had lots of surgery by how her face is pulled in some places. The pink sparkly skin isn't very forthcoming either.

The car soon slows to a stop outside a mansion. I breathe in and out deeply before getting out of the car door. I always take a few minutes before exiting the car to get into character.

"Hi Finnick!" Andrea says as soon as I open the car door. I see her waving from the third story deck.

I smile up at her and wave.

She disappears into her house and is soon inviting me in.

"You're taller in person." She smiles.

Andrea is wearing a silver swimsuit that gleams with her shimmery pink skin. She is also wearing silver makeup, or her lips and lashes have been dyed silver.

"Thank you." I say and she nods.

"I'm gonna write a song about you Finnick Odair." The pop singer says with a sly smile.

"You do that." I say hoping my annoyance isn't showing through.

"Good." She smiles and takes a sip of her drink and hands one to me. "I love writing songs about experiences so I thought, why not Finnick Odair."She says and smiles

"I see." I say and take a drink of what she gave me. I want to spit it out because it is strong alcohol. It also tastes like synthetic strawberries

"Don't worry I won't say who the song is about. Some people would go mad if I did." She giggles.

"They don't want their secrets out there?" I smile. I'm sure that's true even tough people seem to spill out their darkest ones when around me.

"I wouldn't say secrets, but some personal things about them, yes." She says.

She shows me around her four story house. I don't know why she needs all this space from what I can tell she lives alone. She doesn't take me to her bedroom until her drink is gone.

"And lastly this is my bedroom." She says and bounces on the bed like a child

Her room is a soft lavender with soft silver sparkles everywhere. I'm surprised it's not pink like her skin.

"Dance for me." She says and lies back on her pillow pile.

"Uh… what?" I ask confused.

"You know dance, take off your clothes." She sighs. "Your song isn't looking very promising Finnick." She says.

I wonder if all her songs are about her sexual encounters then.

I oblige her every request. It's not like I have a choice. I come back from the bathroom afterwards. I start to collect my clothes when she stops me.

"You're not going. You're staying the night." She demands.

"If you wish." I say. I don't usually. President Snow doesn't like it but he knows I can't say no.

She snuggles against me.

"I think I have your song figured out." She says and runs her hand up and down my chest.

"I'll be anxiously awaiting."

She smiles.

"You have a charming smile Finnick Odair." She says while running her fingers through my hair.

"Thank you." I say.

She gets close to me and I can feel her lips against my ear

"It would only look better if you meant it." She whispers.

"Excuse me?" I say trying to play coy. I know she is right because I don't mean anything I tell these people.

She scoffs.

"Like it's some big secret? Please Finnick you aren't fooling me when your eyes are stinging with sadness."

"I'm not sad." I say defensively.

"Good because you shouldn't be. You have it all. You're a victor and you get your pick at the best of men and woman." She says and turns towards me with a smile. "You're lucky you have it all."

"You have much more than me Miss. Andrea." I say trying to win her affections back.

"You don't need to lie to me Finnick." She smiles.

She kisses my cheek.

"People seem to think we have it all. Fame, money, and adoration from everyone but it's not what it seems to be and it's not what we all want, it's not what you want." She says and lights a cigarette.

"Why would you say that?" I ask.

She blows out smoke and smirks

"Just promise you'll listen to my new song when it comes out." She says and rolls over. I guess that's all I get. I will probably never know. I don't listen to her music, nor do I desire to.

I'm heading upstairs my apartment building. I haven't been to the Capitol in awhile. When I open my apartment door I hear the music playing.

I let the Avoxs do whatever they want when I'm not here. I guess one of them wanted to turn on the stereo. I don't care, I never use it.

I see an Avox dusting my things and bobbing her head back and forth to the music.

I smile at her and she smiles back.

That was the new single from Berch Black. Now the next one is by Miss. Andrea. The radio announcer says.

I wonder if this is the song Miss. Andrea wanted to write about me.

The song starts and it's typical pop radio song.

I start to set my things down and one of the Avoxs hands me a note. I nod and open it. It's in pink handwriting.

If there's nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?

-Miss. Andrea Hope you like your song!

I hear the same line play on the radio.

The song is clearly written to make it sound like she's singing about herself, but I remember what she said to me. "Finnick you aren't fooling me when your eyes are stinging with sadness."

She is so lucky, but why does she cry? If there's nothing missing in her life, why do tears come at night? I hear.

I lean back against the sofa and close my eyes. When Miss. Andrea told me she was going to write me a song I didn't think it would be about this.

A/N: I know this one didn't have Annie, but I thought it still belonged. Thanks for reading!

-Susan.