Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. Or any of Lorde's songs. Yellow Flicker Beat, to be specific.

The odd trio beckon me to follow them. They take me to the room. The room in which Mom and Dad always forbade me to enter. I always wondered why. Now I know. The room is filled with hair products, lotions, hot irons, makeup, and a little section of the war is reserved for a line of impressive scissors. Wow.

"Come on, dearie. Sit on the table." the green-skinned one gestures to the table in the corner. "Now. Take your clothes off."

"What? Excuse me, but I think I heard something wrong." I reply bewildered to their request.

"Well, yes. take your clothes off, or else we can never do you over!" The one with aqua hair says. She laughs a little, as if I were ridiculous.

"Uh, no." They may be Mom's friends, but they will not see me naked.

"Fine." the one with orange curls says with a grimace. Put this robe on, and we'll try to work around it." He throws a fluffy robe at me.

"Oh, dearie, you're just as hairy as your mother was!" the one with green skin giggles. I recently found out her name is Octavia. Pretty name.

"Oh really?" I ask with gritted teeth.

"Weeell, this is the last one. So, if you can survive this one little one, you're good." Flavius, the one with orange curls, pipes up. They're standing around the bed that I'm gripping.

"Ready? Set, go!" Octavia rips the fabric away from my leg with a loud r-i-i-i-p! So. Much. Pain.

Well, that was the most painful step of 'remaking me'. So far, they've scrubbed away my skin with this foam, making my nails 'perfect', and getting rid of all my hair. Probably the most painful place was under my arms...

"Okay. Now, it's time to grease you down." The aqua-haired one, Venia, says.

Venia and Octavia begin to slather me down with lotion. At first, it sets my body on fire. But then, it eases the pain that the waxing created.

"Come on, stand in front of the mirror." Flavius beckons. Once I stand in front of the mirror, they begin to flock around me and pick away the rest of the hairs that the wax didn't get. Doesn't hurt as much.

"There! Now, for your dress." Octavia beams. The three scurry away and come back with a plastic bag that's hung around a hanger. They tell me to close my eyes, and remove the robe. I immediately try to grab it back, but a hand stops my arm. Then, something slips over my head. I can feel it's presence, but it's as light as air. A hand leads me to a pair of shoes, which I assume are made out of leather.

"Open your eyes." the trio whispers in unison. When I open my eyes, I see that someone has lowered the light down to twilight. Then, my eyes drift over to the mirror.

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a stone.

The dress is made out of some special kind of yellow fabric. Whenever I move, something ripples up me, and I mimic candlelight.

And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold

"Just like your mother. She wore this dress after she won her first games." Flavius murmurs.

Mom.

I zone out, and everything around me becomes reduces to a quiet buzz.

And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home

People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes

I'm done with it.

"Rose!" I wake up to the sound of Venia shouting into my ear. "Rose."

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it

I'm speeding up and this red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

It feels like someone punched me in the gut. "Yes?" I breathe out to the trio.

"Are you okay? We're going to present you to them now." Venia looks at me with concern.

"Yeah. I'm okay." I shake it off. They return my assuring comment with smiles.

"Good. Let's go." Octavia opens the door for me, and I step out into the world as a new person.

And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

Apologies for not updating for two weeks! Well, I tried to make this chapter long. Tried. Hope you liked it!