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Chapter 6: Interviews

My stylists were dressing me up. Interviews were tonight. I felt like vomiting because I knew the games were coming closer and closer. My death was coming closer and closer.

"Wow, that's beautiful." Two said.

"Yeah, I know, I created it." One said. They really didn't work well together…

"I really wish you could see it, Cecilia." Two said.

"Well, you can always describe it to me." I suggested.

"Okay, well, as you can probably tell, it's a very long dress. Elegant. It's light blue and really brings out your eyes. There's only one sleeve and it's long and hangs. The top of it is tight but the bottom is flowy. On parts at the top, there are sequin embedded. Your heals match the dress. We put a touch of golden eye shadow on you, but that's it with the makeup." Two said.

"It sound beautiful." I told them. Even though I did not know what blue looked like nor did I know what 'sequin' were. The design sounded cool, though.

"It really is!" Two said.

"I agree." One said. "So, are you ready for your interview?"

"Not really. Very nervous." I told them.

"Don't be." Two said. "You'll do well!"

"I hope so." I said.

"Now let's go. Warnende is waiting outside the room. We have eight minutes to get there!" Two said. They took me out of the room.

"You have to take her to the stage, we'll go to the stylist's section. Kay, Warnende?" Two said all bouncy.

"Okay." he agreed. When we got there, he took me up on stage and showed me where my seat was.

Two minutes later, Caesar Flickerman, the interviewer, started talking. Caesar is a funny guy. He always knows how to make the tributes (and audience) laugh.

Each tribute only got three minutes. I made sure I concentrated on where the tributes' voices were coming from so I'd know where to sit down when it was my turn.

Thirty-nine minutes later, I was called up. I found my way to the seat.

"So, Cecilia, even though you're blind, the gamemakers gave you a 12. I think we're all curious on what you showed them?" he asked the audience. They let out loud cheers of agreement.

"Well, I guess we'll see when the games begin. Maybe." I said. The audience boo-ed.

"Then what did you think of the outfits you wore at the opening ceremony? I bet you thought you were going to be put in another tree costume. I bet we were all thinking that. Your stylists really surprised us there." he said.

"I'm quite happy I was not put in a tree costume, actually. And I'm really loving how this dress fits on me." I told him.

"Yes, it looks really lovely. So what do you think about a blind girl participating in these games?" he asked.

Don't yell! I told myself. Just lie. Tell them you think you'll win…

"Well, I think it's going to be a pretty interesting year." I told him. Especially for me… I couldn't help but wonder how it was all going to play out.

"That it is. What's your favorite part of being here at the capitol?" he asked.

"Well… I like the food." I told him. He laughed.

"You… like the food?" he said. "Well, I guess that is what a lot of people like, too. I mean, I love it! What about you guys?" he asked the audience. Cheers. I guess that's a 'yes'.

"I can't help but like the scenery, also." I said.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Juuuustt kiddiiiing!" I said, smiling. "Though I'm sure it's brilliant!"

"It sure is. Lights are everywhere, buildings tower the sky. It's definitely a pity you won't be able to see it. Hey! Maybe if you win, we could get your sight back! Wouldn't you like that?" he asked.

"Um… yeah. That would be great!" I said. That was a lie. There's no way in Hell that I am going to let the capitol test on my eyes. I don't want them to touch me at all. Wait a second, that sounded like I though I actually had a chance to win.

"So, you think I could win?" I asked coyly.

"Yes! Just as much of a chance as everyone else here!" Caesar Flickerman said. DING! That made me jump.

"Okay, it looks like time's up! Good luck, Cecilia Emerson!" Caesar said. 'You'll need it.' he though. I went back to my seat. It took a while for them all to end. I could easily tell who I could possibly trust and who would kill me before I can say 'death'.

When all this was finished, we went back to our district's floors and ate. When Vince finally came in, he said, "good job, kids, you've got yourselves 60 sponsors. That's the highest District 7's ever got. Your score probably helped that, girl." he should probably learn my name.

"It's Cecilia." I said. "Stop calling me 'girl'."

"I'd watch how you get towards me, girl, I'm the one that's going to be helping you during the games."

"I don't-" I started.

"That's enough." Mandy butted in. "The recaps are in exactly five minutes. Let's get to the living room."

We all filed into the living room and sat on the couch. I didn't get why we had to sit though the recaps of the interviews, I mean, we just saw them live. The capitol has some really stupid rules. Oh well, nothing I can change.

We all watched them again, in my case, heard. When it was finished, everyone headed to bed. Except me. I was too caught up in wondering two the games were going to be.

"You coming?" Mandy asked. I was silent for a few seconds, until I told her I didn't think I'd be able to sleep.

"Here." she said, rummaging through something. "Hold out your hands." I did, and she put two small objects in them. Pills.

"Eat those and you'll be sleeping in seconds. I suggest you do it laying down, though." she said.

"Thank you." I said, heading to my room. I knew it by memory now. I ate the pills by themselves. And Mandy was right. I was unconscious before I even knew it.

I'm wondering… should I make Cecilia die or not? What do you think?