"Good way to get sponsors," Dale says. I don't know what he's talking about but sponsors sounds good so we keep waving. Suddenly the train stops. Danielle and Dale follow us out of the door where we are escorted by peacekeepers to our room. We sit down and talk for a bit about sponsors.
"Sponsors are a very important part of the Games," Dale explains. "We get people to pitch in money for important things to give to you in the arena. These things could make the difference between life and death. I'll choose the gifts when I feel you need them. To get sponsors you need to make people like you. The opening ceremony is a good opportunity for that. You may start getting ready." He nods to two people behind us and we turn around to see our stylists.
I'm taken to a room and the stylists start waxing my legs and my eyebrows. I'm washed in warm water and then my hair is brushed and then transformed into these little curls which one of the stylists, Ellie, says are called ringlets. She then pins half of my hair up leaving half dangling over my shoulders. It looks different even though it's still my usual colour, blonde.
They then start on my nails which take an hour and then my makeup which takes another hour. Danielle was right when she told me that it would take a couple of hours.
I'm then transferred from my purple dressing gown into a beautiful orange and yellow dress that flows well from my waist down to my knees. The dress relates to our district theme which is coal mining and I'm astounded by the beauty that my stylist has put into it. Throughout the previous year's our districts costumes haven't been very stunning, now they have become amazing. I spin around and watch the colours glow.
"It's beautiful," I say.
"Come on," Ellie says. "We're running late."
I follow her back to the main room where Nick is. We catch an elevator down to the bottom floor under all of the tributes floors where the ceremony is being held. I see that Nick has a matching outfit to mine. Black suit with a yellow shirt underneath and an orange tie. His blonde hair glows and for the first time I mention how handsome he looks. He helps me up onto our chariot. He doesn't let my hand go.
"We have to make an impression," he reminds me. He then thanks me for my compliment and tells me I look beautiful too.
Soon the chariots are taking off onto the path in the centre. Ours is last to take off and we wave to random people. We put our linked hands up in the air and people applaud. Soon all of the chariots stop in a circle.
The president tells us how delighted he is to have us as tributes. Then he makes the special announcement that Nick and I already know. Soon it's all over, after a massive speech from the president. We go back to our floor, have showers and get changed and watch the reaping's before getting some rest.