Surprise! I have decided to give you all a new chapter early! Enjoy!

At first, the lights are blinding. And then I realize I haven't even gotten to the square.

I grip Demetrius as our chariot begins to pull out. I look up to him and he looks down at me, and we have the exact same look on our face. Fear, nerves, and excitement. You start to hear the cheering of the crowd get louder and louder- then when the sound is deafening, you know you're there.

So many people. That's what I see first. People in bright clothing, dark clothing, dressed like Juniper, dressed even more extravagant than Juniper, and anything else in between. They're waving their hands at us, screaming our names.

"Lillianne! Demetrius!"

I wonder how they know our names. I find out soon. Looking up at one of the multiple screens, I see myself, my blue eyes bright from the lights and make-up. Demetrius looks up as well, and he's glowing. We look ethereal, visions in white and blue, and we can hear Ceasar Flickerman somewhere, commenting our outfit. Our names are on the screen, with stats that even I didn't know about myself. Ceasar says he's speechless. We've literally left him speechless. The crowd agrees, and just goes wild. Demetrius and I unlatch from each other and exchange glances. In his eyes, I see the same offer again, even if he wasn't hinting at it. I turn away from him.

Smiling, I begin to wave. He starts to wave as well, pumping his fists in the air. I wave delicately, and I catch a flower in my hand. A white lily. How ironic.

I look up at the direction of the flower and blow a kiss. Hundreds dive for it.

We're not even halfway through the long strip of concrete the tribute parade is held in. The tributes behind us file in, and I can hear their commentary. However, they're not sidetracked for long. We pass the halfway mark, and the familiar feeling of cold ensues.

"And look at District Ni-wait. What's going on with One?" Ceasar says.

I smile as I look up at the screen. The ice is sublimating. Wisps of white fly from my back, as well as from Demetrius's ice piece, and we're enfolded in smokey flares of ice release. My back is shining even more, and the black wisps cover the other Districts behind us.

We've literally smothered them.

"That's amazing!" Ceasar shouts, laughing his Ceasar laugh.

The crowd's eyes are glued to us. Smiling and without a second thought, I take Demetrius's hand.

And then I see the screen. Our hands are clasped together. And they're not pulling away.

Oh. No.

I look at Demetrius, panic in my eyes. But his look is different. It's smug. It's like he has a plan.

He raises our hands.

"That's what I like to see!" Ceasar bellows. "District Pride! And District One has dominated this parade with that pride!" The crowd cheers us on, some mimicking our movements, shouting our names, and trying to throw things at us. Ceasar's on a roll, complimenting Cinna and how his handiwork never fails.

He doesn't announce Ten or Eleven. He slightly announces Twelve. We stole the show.

We stole the show!

We pull up to our part of the semi-circle formed by the tributes when our run in the parade ends and we listen to my grandfather- I mean, President Snow give a speech. We come to a harsh halt, and hands still raised, our wisps of white sublimation are gone, disappearing like breath on a winter's day. We put our hands down, smiling at each other like fools. The crowd goes insane when our effect disappears.

The tributes file in, and it's no secret that they are not happy. Districts Two, Three and Eleven are staring us down. Four, Five, and Seven are staring at us in awe. Six, eight and nine are just staring at everything around them. Ten and Twelve give us impressed looks. Their attempts at fire and water fade away, fizzling out like a a candle that couldn't light. This seems to make them all the more unhappy.

When Twelve pulls in, I meet eyes with Alexander Romulus. I give him an encouraging smile, until I then get glared at by his counterpart.

She's in the exact same costume as Alexander, only her hair is dipped in black, frizzed in different directions. Her hair reminded me of Cornelia's. Her brown eyes stand out in the smokey eye-make up they used to make it look like coal exploded from their eyes. She's around as tall as Alexander, and has olive skin. She stared me down, scrunching up her nose. I get uncomfortable and try to look away.

Alexander bumps her in the stomach when he sees what I see. She gives him a look, and he rolls his eyes, meeting my eyes again. I let go of Demetrius's hand and pull away, gravitating a bit towards Alexander. Alexander grins.

I snap out of it myself before Demetrius clumsily reaches for my hand again. I turn to see the camera make one more pan of the tributes, and I understand his actions once more. I nod a bit when I see him trying to look at me from the corner of his eye. I smile again, and he catches on, raising our hands one last time. We wave with our free hands.

That's when my eyes go to a pair of iridescent blue eyes that match my own. I see the recognition in those eyes. And my heart begins to race.

My grandfather is here to make a speech.

My grandfather will wish us all luck.

My grandfather will see his granddaughter as a tribute for the first time.

For a brief moment, he looks at me, then waves at the people of his beloved Capitol. I look away from him, staring straight ahead. His voice is the only thing I can't channel out.

"Tributes of Districts One through Twelve! Welcome to our Capitol!" The crowd cheers. I stare straight, still. "I wish you all luck. Happy Hunger Games!"

The crowd erupts in wild cheering. I squint my eyes in confusion. He's not even giving a riveting speech. He's repeating slogans. Why are these people going insane?

"And may the odds," He concludes, "Be ever in your favor."

He ends his 'speech', and looks straight at me. I stare at him now, eyes narrowed slightly. He's getting hurried by many people to get off the stage. I feel the need to speak to him before he leaves, but then I remember where I am. I'm not going anywhere tonight.

"And that concludes the Tribute Parade! Remember, in four days, the Tributes will have their interviews with yours truly, Ceasar Flickerman!" Ceasar cuts off my thoughts. "Goodnight, Panem!"

President Snow frowns, and exits swiftly through the back, waving absently.

With not even a smile to his granddaughter, Lillianne Snow.

A short one, but I really couldn't wait! C: Review, please!