Author's Note. I got more reviews today after posting my second chapter, so I was inspired to write a third.
This chapter is in the perspective of the whistler from District 11 during the Victory Tour in Catching Fire, pg. 61.
"Thank you for your children." She lifts her chin slightly, as if to stress her next words. "And thank you all for the bread."
Her voice echoes through the silent plaza and dies midmost the empty, sultry air. No amount of applause nor a book filled of appreciate words could depict the thanks of this district toward her, the Mockingjay, through whose actions their children will be set free of certain death.
He summons a piece of beauty from his memory—a melody that is in itself the embodiment of love, safety, family, and home.
Then comes forth a lovely tune, in the still atmosphere it rings undeniably clear. This moment, it adopts yet another meaning, and becomes the personification of rebellion.
He locks eyes with her. A final thanks he transmits through the gaze.
Three fingers lifted, extended toward the girl on fire is all it takes. Death is guaranteed him.
Through strangely enough, it is the last of his concerns.
Then comes forth a lovely tune.