This time Feta and I are being coached separately. First I have 3 hours of Puffy, then 3 hours with Heybich, 6 hours of pure torture! Then at nine we have each a three minute interview with Beeser Bickerman, hopefully he will be feeling nice and won't mention my one in training, because that would just be embarrassing! All of this worry just because I shot ONE creme brûlée! That sucks!

I have Puffy with me, and she is giddy to teach me all she knows, okay, now I'm worried.

"Fatniss! I am so excited to teach you! Now, I will be teaching you your manners such as how to walk, how to sit and how to talk! Fabulous! Now just this once and just for this session, you will be wearing my best ball gown!" She pulls out this massive dress, it looks more like a wedding dress than an actual thing you'd wear more than once.

She must see my face in the dress, and sighs. I suppose she thought I'd love it, if only she knew. We spend all those stupid three hours her trying to get me to walk in such large heels and how not to trip over her big, big, big dress. When they are all up, she sighs, she thought I would do a lot better.

Now I'm with Heybich, and as I walk in he asks me a big question.

"How would you describe yourself in one word?" He asks

I think for a second and say, "Awesome." he facepalms.

"Ah, that's not going to work, is it? Let's try different ways for the audience to know you!"

And apparently, I can't do anything. I am about as romantic as, "a dead slug", Heybich says, that I took as a huge insult. I don't have the arrogance to play cocky, or mysterious, or funny, or cunning. When the three hours are up, he stomps out of the room, not saying anything, I blew it, didn't I?

It's time for Dinna to come in and give me an outfit to wear for the interview. He's taking a while! Why could be taking him so long, really? I am on in, like, twenty minutes! He finally comes in with something clearly behind his back. He asks me to close my eyes! Really? I'm not a kid, I'm a freaking sixteen! I feel fabric, it's very, very soft, very nice. I open my eyes, and I'm wearing a short dress with different colour gems on it, I won't trip on it. And the heels were half the size of Puffy's, I could walk in them. Dinna had done great, maybe I will get at least on sponsor after all.

I decided what personality I would pick, I'll do deadly, kind and weird, because I am just going to be myself, and the audience better be okay with that, or they'll never taste a creme brûlée again in their life. Lol.

I got there just in time to see Coo's interview. She was dressed as a little pixie with wings, cheesy, but it was working! Beeser was congratulating her on a seven in training, when the buzzer went off for three minutes up and she had to leave the stage. It's my turn now. I walk on stage, no one clapping for me and took a seat. Beeser decides to break the silence by asking me a question.

"So what's been your favourite part of being here?" he asks.

"Well, obviously the dinner!" I grin.

"Ah, yes, your stylist!" Beeser thinks he knows everything, but that has nothing to do what I had meant. "Speaking of which, I love your outfit!"

I find myself gritting my teeth, "Yes, of course, very nice!"

He sees I am getting mad and so decides to change the subject, but he can only think of one damn thing to speak of, "so, how about that one in training, eh?" Then there's an awkward silence.

"They're very afraid of me," I say in a deadly tone at last, "those Gamemakers don't want me to win, they're setting me up!"

He looks a bit surprised, "well maybe they're not exactly..."

"Oh, but they are! Stupid, senseless Gamemakers want to watch me die, so they want to limit all of my chances of winning, that way I am a target, poor me, no sponsor to help her, no one to pity her..."

Then the buzzer goes off, and he looks relieved and bids me farewell.

Then it is Feta's turn. He does really, really well, too! He plays as a good person and makes the audience laugh a few times.

"So do you have anyone who loves you?" Beesar asks.

"Well, um, not really, but-"

"Come on! There's gotta be someone!"

"Well, she gets all the boys in district twelve, such a shame she must enter the arena too."

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