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(I'm just going to skip to Nico's interview)

Nico's POV

I take a deep breath as I walk on stage and shake Caesar Flickerman's hand.

"Audience, let's give the District 11 male tribute, Nico Di Angelo, a warm welcome to the Capitol!" Caesar shouts happily, patting me on the shoulder. He sits down, and I do the same.

"So, do you like the Capitol?" Caesar asks, turning to face me.

"Uh, yeah. It's.. nice." I stutter, self-consciousness picking at the back of my mind. I can not slip up on live television.

"Just nice?" Caesar laughs, and the audience follows along. "Well, I hope you enjoy your stay, even if you won't be here long. Nico, what do you plan on doing in the arena?"

"Surviving?" I respond, and the audience laughs. "I mean, I don't have too much planned. Just.. do whatever it takes to survive."

"I do hope you the best of luck. Anyway, are you ready? Are you nervous? Tell us, please, what you think of all this."

"I feel ready, but I don't how I'll feel when I'm actually in the arena. When my name was called at the Reaping, I just felt… ready. In a way, it was sort of like I was expecting to be a tribute." I obviously was expecting to be a tribute, so it wasn't really lying.

"Well, I'm glad that you're ready. And one last question before our time is up, you said you were expecting to be reaped at the Reaping- did you want to be reaped?"

"Yes, I did. I didn't want to have to leave my district behind, but I wanted to feel what it was like to be in the arena- to be a tribute. I wanted to bring honor to my district as well." I hope that last part convinces Caesar. I've heard the Careers talking about bring glory to their district and all that nonsense, so hopefully Caesar believes my obvious lie.

"That's all the time we have! Thank you, Nico Di Angelo! Good luck in the arena," Caesar says, standing up just before I do.

I walk backstage as the audience's clapping quiets and Caesar begins his interview with Thalia.

PB

Thalia's POV

"So, Thalia," Caesar begins after we both sit down, "I have to say, your dress is very beautiful."

"Thanks," I say politely, looking self-consciously down at my dress, which is yellow and short. It reminds me of a beach dress, just without all the flowers and patterns. Branches with dark green leaves flow throughout the entire dress. Honestly, it really is a beautiful dress.

"Besides you, I don't know anyone named Thalia. It's a pretty name- it suits you. Who chose it for you?" Caesar asks, but I can tell he doesn't sincerely care.

"My father did, he was always fond of the name." I'm not sure if that was lie, because I never knew who chose my name. I guess I just never asked.

"Your father must have good taste. But besides that, are you confident that you'll do well in the arena? Any doubts?"

"I'm confident, yes. Can I say I don't have any doubts? No. You never know what to expect in the arena, right?"

"Indeed. The arena is full of surprises. I'm very excited to see this year's tributes in the arena," Caesar agrees, not even caring that he just told me he's excited to see the rest of the tributes and I fight to the death.

Gritting my teeth, I say, "I hope you'll be entertained."

Caesar laughs, "Ha-ha. I think we're out of time." Caesar turns to the crowd, "After the break, we get to meet the District 12 tributes, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!"

Even though I knew that Caesar ended my interview earlier, I went along with it. I smiled, stood up, and walked backstage towards Nico.

I'm not going to write about Katniss and Peeta's interviews because it'd be too hard to write it down word for word. I think everyone reading this either read the book or saw the movie, so it's not really necessary.