。 You see an elderly person you want to congratulate them on their longevity； ask the secret of survival。 A plump person is envied because they arenˇt scraping by like the majority of us。 But here it is different。 Wrinkles arenˇt desirable。 A round belly isnˇt a sign of success。
This year； Caesarˇs hair is powder blue and his eyelids and lips are coated in the same hue。 He looks freakish but less frightening than he did last year when his color was crimson and he seemed to be bleeding。 Caesar tells a few jokes to warm up the audience but then gets down to business。
The girl tribute from District 1； looking provocative in a see…through gold gown； steps up the center of the stage to join Caesar for her interview。 You can tell her mentor didnˇt have any trouble ing up with an angle for her。 With that flowing blonde hair； emerald green eyes； her body tall and lush 。 。 。 sheˇs sexy all the way。
Each interview only lasts three minutes。 Then a buzzer goes off and the next tribute is up。 Iˇll say this for Caesar； he really does his best to make the tributes shine。 Heˇs friendly； tries to set the nervous ones at ease； laughs at lame jokes； and can turn a weak response into a memorable one by the way he reacts。
I sit like a lady； the way Effie showed me； as the districts slip by。 2； 3； 4。 Everyone seems to be playing up some angle。 The monstrous boy from District 2 is a ruthless killing machine。 The fox…faced girl from District 5 sly and elusive。 I spotted Cinna as soon as he took his place； but even his presence cannot relax me。 8； 9； 10。 The crippled boy from 10 is very quiet。 My palms are sweating like crazy； but the jeweled dress isnˇt absorbent and they skid right of if I try to dry them。 11。
Rue； who is dressed in a gossamer gown plete with wings； flutters her way to Caesar。 A hush falls over the crowd at the sight of this magical wisp of a tribute。 Caesarˇs very sweet with her； plimenting her seven in training； an excellent score for one so small。 When he asks her what her greatest strength in the arena will be； she doesnˇt hesitate。 ¨Iˇm very hard to catch；〃 she says in a tremulous voice。 ¨And if they canˇt catch me； they canˇt kill me。 So donˇt count me out。〃
¨I wouldnˇt in a million years；〃 says Caesar encouragingly。
The boy tribute from District 11； Thresh； has the same dark skin as Rue； but the resemblance stops there。 Heˇs one of the giants； probably six and a half feet tall and built like an ox； but I noticed he rejected the invitations from the Career Tributes to join their crowd。 Instead heˇs been very solitary； speaking to no one； showing little interest in training。 Even so； he scored a ten and itˇs not hard to imagine he impressed the Gamemakers。 He ignores Caesarˇs attempts at banter and answers with a yes or no or just remains silent。
If only I was his size； I could get away with sullen and hostile and it would be just fine！ I bet half the sponsors are at least considering him。 If I had any money； Iˇd bet on him myself。
And then theyˇre calling Katniss Everdeen； and I feel myself； as if in a dream； standing and making my way center stage。 I shake Caesarˇs outstretched hand； and he has the good grace not to immediately wipe his off on his suit。
¨So； Katniss； the Capitol must be quite a change from District Twelve。 Whatˇs impressed you most since you arrived here？〃 asks Caesar。
What？ What did he say？ Itˇs as if the words make no sense。
My mouth has gone as dry as sawdust。 I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him。 I imagine the words ing from his lips。 ¨Whatˇs impressed you most since you arrived here？〃 I rack my brain for something that made me happy here。 Be honest； I think。 Be honest。
¨The lamb stew；〃 I get out。
Caesar laughs； and vaguely I realize some of the audience has joined in。
¨The one with the dried plums？〃 asks Caesar。 I nod。 ¨Oh； I eat it by the bucketful。〃 He turns sideways to the audience in horror； hand on his stomach。 ¨It doesnˇt show； does it？〃 They shout reassurances to him and applaud。 This is what I mean about Caesar。 He tries to help you out。
¨Now； Katniss；〃 he says confidentially； ¨When you came out in the opening ceremonies； my heart actually stopped。 What did you think of that costume？〃
Cinna raises one eyebrow at me。 Be honest。 ¨You mean after I got over my fear of being burned alive？〃 I ask。
Big laugh。 A real one from the audience。
¨Yes。 Start then；〃 says Caesar。
Cinna； my friend； I should tell him anyway。 ¨I thought Cinna was brilliant and it was the most gorgeous costume Iˇd ever seen and I couldnˇt believe I was wearing it。 I canˇt believe Iˇm wearing this； either。〃 I lift up my skirt to spread it out。 ¨I mean； look at it！〃
As the audience oohs and ahs； I see Cinna make the tiniest circular motion with his finger。 But I know what heˇs saying。 Twirl for me。
I spin in a circle once and the reaction is immediate。
¨Oh； do that again！〃 says Caesar； and so I lift up my arms and spin around and around letting the skirt fly out； letting the dress engulf me in flames。 The audience breaks into cheers。 When I stop； I clutch Caesarˇs arm。
¨Donˇt stop！〃 he says。
¨I have to； Iˇm dizzy！〃 Iˇm also giggling； which I think Iˇve done maybe never in my lifetime。 But the nerves and the spinning have gotten to me。
Caesar wraps a protective arm around me。 ¨Donˇt worry； Iˇve got you。 Canˇt have you following in your mentorˇs footsteps。〃
Everyoneˇs hooting as the cameras find Haymitch； who is by now famous for his head dive at the reaping； and he waves them away good…naturedly and points back to me。
¨Itˇs all right；〃 Caesar reassures the crowd。 ¨Sheˇs safe with me。 So； how about that training score。 E…le…ven。 Give us a hint what happened in there。〃
I glance at the Gamemakers on the balcony and bite my lip。 ¨Um 。 。 。 all I can say； is I think it was a first。〃
The cameras are right on the Gamemakers； who are chuckling and nodding。
¨Youˇre killing us；〃 says Caesar as if in actual pain。 ¨Details。 Details。〃
I address the balcony。 ¨Iˇm not supposed to talk about it； right？〃
The Gamemaker who fell in the punch bowl shouts out； ¨Sheˇs not！〃
¨Thank you；〃 I say。 ¨Sorry。 My lips are sealed。〃
¨Letˇs go back then； to the moment they called your sisterˇs name at the reaping；〃 says Caesar。 His mood is quieter now。 ¨And you volunteered。 Can you tell us about her？〃
No。 No； not all of you。 But maybe Cinna。 I donˇt think Iˇm imagining the sadness on his face。 ¨Her nameˇs Prim。 Sheˇs just twelve。 And I love her more than anything。〃
You could hear a pin drop in the City Circle now。
¨What did she say to you？ After the reaping？〃 Caesar asks。 Be honest。 Be honest。 I swallow hard。 ¨She asked me to try really hard to win。〃 The audience is frozen； hanging on my every word。
¨And what did you say？〃 prompts Caesar gently。
But instead of warmth； I feel an icy rigidity take over my body。 My muscles tense as they do before a kill。 When I speak； my voice seems to have dropped an octave。 ¨I swore I would。〃
¨I bet you did；〃 says Caesar； giving me a squeeze。 The buzzer goes off。 ¨Sorry weˇre out of time。 Best of luck； Katniss Everdeen； tribute from District Twelve。〃