Hands high like a roller coaster
This love is taking over
Take us higher here we go
Welcome to the show
Gravity we're defying
'Cause we were made for flying
We're about to lose control
Welcome to the show
-Welcome to the Show by Britt Nicole

Dinner on the train was the best thing about the whole day. They prepared my favourite meal, of course they didn't know that, which was ten times better than how my mom makes it.

Wave is on the verge of being drunk. I look at Blue sympathetically. It was already declared that Mag's was mine and I wasn't sharing her. Maybe if I knew for a fact that I was going to die I would do anything I could for Blue to win.

"Why don't you two tell us about yourselves." Mags suggests breaking the silence. "That way we know what we're working with."

Blue shoots her a look of disbelief. I didn't bother hiding the fact that I was crying earlier but Blue is trying to look strong. If our rooms weren't connected and I didn't here his quiet crying I probably wouldn't suspect that much.

"Ok, I'll start." I pass a sarcastic grin. "My dad's out of the picture. My mom accused me of being a murder. My sister ran off to get married at eighteen. Not to mention that if I die, she'll probably lose her sanity. I'm a straight A student, never got in trouble in my life. Oh and I'm part albino. Anything else you'd like to know?" I ramble.

Blue chuckles at my tiny autobio.

"Ohhhh, 'mm part albino too, love. High five!" Wave slurs making an aweful attemp to raise his arm. His voice doesn't even sound like it does when I see him on tv or earlier today.

I roll my eyes. Yep, he's definitely drunk now. "Go to bed, Wave." I sigh.

He starts to protest. Mags cuts in, "Wave, I think you should get some sleep too."

"But I wan'ned to get t'know the other albino." He pouts. "Alrigh', alrigh' I'll go to sleep. Don' touch me, Blondie." He flinches away from an Avox that Mags summoned. "You not even a girl!"

At this point we're all just looking at Wave like he's lost it. Whatever it may be, it's gone. He trips a few time in attempt to walk out. I look over at the Avox. He's watching Wave and I'm positive I can see amusement in his eyes. His lips are twitching into a small smile.

"Please?" I ask him once Wave won't get up from a fall. I'm sure he passed out on the way down.

The Avox nods and carry-drags Wave to his room. "Thank you." I call to him sweetly. Trixxa escuses herself to help with him.

Mags and Blue are now watching me with curiousity. "You seem to know how to handle things." She says.

I shrug. "It was nothing. If he was out here-" I gestured to our table. "-I'm afraid he would have puked up the dinner."

Mags gave a throaty laugh. "You've got a loud personality." And now she's nodding in aprroval and I'm giggling. What can I say? I'm twelve! "Capitol loves a girl with a great personality."

I sink low in my chair. "What does it matter?" I ask.

Mags thinks about it. "Being twelve, there's only so many angles you can pull. You can't be sexy-" Blue bursts out lauging and Mags glares at him. "I wouldn't be laughing, mister, because that's the angle Trixxa devoted you to." She puts her attention back on me. "You can't be evil or cruel. You most certainly cannot be humorous or you'll lose every sponsor we could try pulling. That would make you seem careless. Capitol people don't like tributes making a mockery of their precious Games."

Trixxa trails back into the compartment. I'm taking it she's heard part of our conversation. "You wouldn't want to do that." She shakes her head, aqua hair flying everywhere.

I don't want to show my fear or my anxiety. But everything they say makes what I'm feeling build up ten times stronger. My mind just races. What if they don't like me? What if I humiliate myself? What if I'm the first to die?

Blue sees that they're overwhelming me and I'm panicking myself. "There's plenty of time to discuss this. We've had a long day. Starr is already shaken up, let's not make things worse." He tells them and they both shut up after apologizing to me and me having to reassure them I'm fine.

The Avoxes are offering us wine, now that the meals over. Blue takes a glass. It looks like he likes it. The Avox that comes over to me looks skeptical of offering me any. I just take a flute of the red-ish purple kind. Again, the attention is shifted back to me.

"Aren't you a little young?" Blue asks.

"Yeah, but they stuck me in the Games anyway." I snap.

He gives me a look. "You know what I mean, Starr."

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I, Tressas?" I take a sip. It's tart and it kind of burns my throat. I actually like it. I stick my tongue out at him childishly that I could handle the wine a lot better than he can.

When we finish the wine, since we both declined dessert, Trixxa ushered us into another compartment to watch a recap of the reaping. I asked if we should do it in the morning so Wave could join us but Trixxa just gave a shrill laugh and turned on the TV. So much for that one.

Trixxa, Mags, and Blue commented on almost every single tribute. There were only a few that brought my attention. There was only one tribute smaller than me. Every one else seemed like they could tower over me.

Jessa, the girl from District One, looked brutually beautiful. She looked like she could be a model but with the grin on her face, she just looked pure evil. She was someone to watch carefully. Then there was Fathom and Faith, twins from Two. Fathom looked as harsh as Jessa. Faith looked sweet behind her smirk.

Then there was us. Blue looked confident and fearless walking up on the stage. I didn't realize that I was frozen in my spot for a few seconds. You could see as they called my name my smile transformed into a straight line. I shook my head like I was trying to snap into it. From there I looked just fine.

The tributes from District Five look calculating. The ones from Six were the usual bone-thin. Then District Nine's girl was twelve like me but she looked more like ten. The boy from Ten was mentally insane, the crowd went silent for him. Eleven was nothing different than previous years. Then, the boy from Twelve, Trey, was only thirteen.

"I like Jessa." Blue announces.

I stare at him in horror. "Jessa?" I ask and he nods. "As in girl from District One?" He nods again. "Well, I like Trey and I want him as an ally."

"Good luck with that." Blue said.

"Good luck with her." I said in disgust.

I walked back to my chambers for a sleepless night. If the arena is dangerous, training is deadly.