DISCLAIMER:

ME: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES

We had arrived in the capitol and I was now lying on a cold metal table. My stylists Glomer and Sumer were tisking away and combing my hair this way and that trying to find the perfect look. After about an hour of that they decided to leave my hair as is. They then moved onto my facial features they talked about plastic surgery but I quickly talked them out of it. "He already does have handsome features and great cheekbones," Sumer added quickly. They then asked me about what I think our costumes should be. And as I sat there I came up with the perfect idea. Taking a blind step into the dark they let me tell them my idea. A neon yellow suit. With twisted chrome metal wires wrapped around going off into all directions with small golden stars representing sparks at the ends of the wires. Then my stylists came up with another idea. The ends of the wires should be shooting both actual sparks and the golden sparks. They loved my idea and said and I quote if you live you should become a stylist. Willoe loved the idea to. But then the stylists butted in. And I didn't know till the night f the parade that they "tweaked" my design a little.