"Are you okay?" Cinna asked me. I Nod and we walked down the corridor. "Did he say or do anything that made you uncomfortable?" I shake my head. What is it with Peeta? Why are people so focused on him that he did something bad. I open my mouth to ask but I quickly stop, worried what I will ask could be wrong. "What did you want to ask?" Damn he saw me. "Its okay, you can ask me anything."
"What is it about him that make people worried?" I said quietly.
"Oh, um, its confidential Katniss, sorry." Cinna said sadly. I nod slowly as we carried on walking. "So what do you like to do? I can take you to an area of your choosing if you want. We've got dancing, PE, dance..." I fade out of what he is saying when we come across and open door. It has guitars standing across the wall, with a drum set in the back. The thing that catches me the most is the big, black piano sitting in the middle of the room. I make my way over to the piano. I run my hands over the keys, not pushing them down to make the notes heard.
I hear Cinna cough, proper to get my attention. I turn to him. He's smiling at me."I think I know what you want to do." I look back down at the piano. "I'll leave you to it." With that he leaves. I take a seat and put my hands on the piano. The sound comes alive. I then remember the first time I played piano.
"Katniss!" Prim yells as she comes running into the room.
"Prim what is it?" I ask her with a concerned voice. She smiles at me.
"You have got to see what I have found in the back." She grabs my hand and pulls me of the bad. We are running through our house, down the stair and out the back door, leading us to our back garden. "Okay so I was going through the garage to find some last minute equipment for my treasure tomorrow," she's 12 years old and still loves her treasure hunts we do each year on 'Thanksgiving',wow, " and look at what I found." To answer the question I was about to ask, stood right in front of me. There was a keyboard piano standing in front of me and my sister. I walk over to it and put my hand on the keys. The sound comes alive.
"I remember when dad used to play this to us." I say sadly. Prim nods, as she is standing by my side. She then quickly runs of into the back and comes back with a stall, big enough for both of us to sit on. she places it behind me. I sit down, Prim squishing on at the side. She nudges me.
"Well are you going to sit there or are you going to play something." She says playfully to me. I smile at her and look back to the keyboard. My hands then start to dance on the surface.
'Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are...'
I end the song, with my hands still on the keys. The music slowly fades away. "I remember when dad used to say those words to us everyday." I smile.
"He would always say to us: 'Stay true to who you are, not being okay is okay, tears don't make you weak, and trust your heart to where it leads you'." I have tears in my eyes as I say his quote.
"'Be true to who you are'." Prim finishes.
"'Be true to who you are'." I repeat. We both stare of into space before I hear a sob come from my sister. I turn to see tears falling from her eyes. I hug her as we remember our father.
I have tears in my eyes, thinking back to that time. I look down and wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket. I then notice that my fingers are on the keys of the song. I push down and hear the music come to life. I then start to play the notes of the song.
'I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
Brushing my hair—do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!
No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are,
Just be true to who you are..'
I end they song with the final note. I have eyes falling from my eyes. I wipe them and let myself fall apart. It isn't an till I hear clapping that I am drawn away from my thinking. I look up to the door to see Haymitch walking over to me still clapping.
"Wow, I mean just...wow." He seems to be lost for words.I quickly stand up, unsure of what to do. "How long have you been able to sing like that?" I am quiet, and look down. "Oh right, yeah, your on mute, sorry."
"Its okay," I don't even realise I say it before the words come out of my mouth. Haymitch quickly laughs.
"So she does more than sing, great." He gives me a thumbs up with a smile. Yep, he is clearly drunk. He then walks over to me. 'Listen, if I were you I would be careful on what you do here and who you show it to." Is he threatening me?! " I don't want to sound threatening but the headmaster her, he will do what ever it takes to get more money for this school, even if it means using your own talent against you."