[[Posting really soon. :D]]

Shyne waved uneasily as she and her fellow tributes from her district rode along with her on their district's chariot. She looked around, the blush on her face not needed, for she could feel her cheeks getting warm. She felt lightheaded. Like she was about to faint. You cannot faint. I thought to myself. You'll look weak. Look scared. Don't show if your weak or not. If they try to kill you, they'll be sorry. I looked into the bright lights. No spots appeared in my vision. Usually it burned to look in the light, especially my eyes. I watched as my face appeared on a tle="" href="http://www.sullenandhostile.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Katniss-Fire.jpg" target="">banner. I looked at my self. tle="" href="http://stylebust.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/hot-pink-make-up-style-5.jpg" target="">Eyeshadow. That was it. Whatever Capitol mixture that was, it worked. I didn't have to squint. I looked behind me. I could see as far as the last Chariot, District 13's, came out of the building. I could see out a few people on it, but I only seemed to notice one. Now I had to squint. I looked hard, and saw what looked like to be someone in a suit, with a wig? My friend elbowed me and I looked forward. "Don't look back, idiot!" she muttered under her breath. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I saw other faces on other banners. I noticed that I was the only tribute from District 1 on a banner. Why? Did the President know something about me that nobody else knew? So he could make people hate me? Love me enough to help me win and then he could assasinate me on live television? Don't be stupid. I thought. I heard Captiol people cheering. Millions of them, atleast. Waving, cheering. As the chariots began to file out, I had a feeling of dread come over me. I didn't look up, because I knew who was perched there. The President.

[[Now Shyne thinks the President is trying to kill her or do something. By the way, I know Caesar would be like, 78 by now, but I reeeeallly want him to be the interviewer person. Just pretend he had like, a bunch of face-lifts and whatnot? lol.]]

"Why yes."

Lol. Possibly these questions, but variations of them?

-So _______, have any lovers at home?

-____________, How do you feel about the games?

-Your Dress/outfit is very pretty, does the crowd want to see it? [You decide! :D]

-________, the boy/girl on/with ________! [Ending, usually]

Just some random questions, remember interviews are now 2:00 minutes because they have to go through so many tributes.

[[I'm timeskipping after this. :D]]

I stood nervously in my tle="" href="http://0.tqn.com/d/shoes/1/0/U/a/gold_shoes.jpg" target="">shoes and tle="" href="http://pull.imgfave.netdna-cdn.com/image_cache/133318526542011.jpg" target="">dress. Apparently Ernesta lost them. I didn't believe it, but now I had no choice but to wear his other dress and shoes. I was going to trip. Right whenever I get called, walking onto the stage, tripping over myself. I ran my hand through my tle="" href="http://www.longhairstyles.org.uk/long_hairstyles_pics/longhair_braid.jpg" target="">hair. Now it was tied into a new braid, and I swear it was cutting off the circulation to my head. I heard an immense amount of cheering, then heard a muffled, "Vega!" Then, I watched as Vega walked past. Then as soon as he winked, I had to grab something. I was going to fall over. That's it. Sphere stood behind me and gripped my shoulder. "You can't pass out now." she whispered. I took out the braid. "What are you doing?!" she snapped in my ear. I threw the tie down the hallway and relaxed as my hair fell back to it's normal place. "Ernesta is in the crowd! He's going to skin you alive as soon as he sees you on stage!" she muttered. "Like I care." I muttered. Then, the crowd went silent. I took in a deep breath. I stepped onto the steps and walked onto the stage. I didn't dare look at Ernesta. He was somewhere in the crowd, watching me. I took a seat and smoothed my dress. Caesar put his hand up to silence the crowd, before beginning to speak. As if he practiced all of his lines, he asked, "Are you Shyne?" I replied, my voice starting to shake. "Yes." He smiled and took my hand. My first instict was to slap him, but I didn't. He grinned, "You don't have to be nervous, this is a very great crowd!" As if in signal, the crowd erupted into cheering. I struggled hard not to roll my eyes. "So, Shyne, is there a boy you like?" My cheeks began to grow warm. "Why, no..." He could tell I was lying. "Come on, with someone like you, there's got to be someone!" I said nervously, "While there is this one guy. But, I don't know him. He probably hasn't even seen me until tonight." Caesar smiled, "Well your dress is stunnning. I'm sure there's a talented stylist out there that's smiling at you right now." Now I looked out into the crowd. I saw him. He smiled, and made a motion with his finger. Spin! He mouthed. "Well, it's awful nice, Caesar." Caesar grinned, "I'm sure everyone's dying to see!" The crowd cheered. I took in a deep breath and stood up. Then, I spun around until I was so dizzy I needed Caesar to help me sit down. "Shyne, your dress!" I looked down. It seemed to change from Silver to Gold in the light. It also shimmered. So Ernesta did do this on purpose. "I'm just...so scared for the games." I said aloud. Caesar's eyes seemed to shine with sympathy. It's an act Shyne. He doesn't care if your eaten alive or your head's cut off. "While, I say, you can go out an win. Then, that lover of yours can be together with you." I said under my breath. "That won't be happening." The timer went off. I let out a silent sigh of relief. He took my hand again and kissed it. Act again, Shyne. He nearly yanked me up before saying, "Shyne, the girl who's looks are darker than the moon, but heart is as bright as the sun!" That was quite a mouthful. An act. Again. I smiled, then took one last spin, before half running, half walking off the stage with my hands holding dress up over my shoes. I ran past Sphere, giggling. She eventually caught up to me. "He certainly doesn't know that you can skin a person like a pig!" Sphere laughed. "Good job. You look weak. But what were you thinking with your lover thing? It was comedy gold!" I frowned. "Sphere, it was real. That was the only thing that was real." my voice started to become louder and more angry. "Me loving someone is the only thing that is real! I'm going to die fake, Caesar is making me look fake, the girl who's heart is bright as the sun is fake, it's all fake!" With that, I took of my shoes and threw them a few feet across the room before walking into the elevator and closing them in Sphere's face.