(BOSTON'S POV)

All I have right now is hope. Hope that I can get sponsors in the games. Hope that I can make allies and survive as much as I can. Hope that I can get Jonas out alive. 
Hope is the only thing leading me right now, the only thing keeping me from breaking down.  It's the only thing that keeps me from screaming as my prep team absentmindedly pulls every body hair off my aching form. 

I HATE my prep team. More than anything, or anyone, in the world (except President Snow).  Saying Tontine is ugly is a major understatement compared to these three. Flush, has purple skin with 3D tattoos flourishing on his body.  His beard and his hair are dyed red and his lips are stained white. I can't stand to look at him.  Edu, on the other hand, is simpler, but gastly.  Green hair touching her toes and matching lips.  Both her ears are pierced too much and gold, very bright gold, all over her face.  The thought of her makes me shutter.

Then there's Indigo, the one who doesn't talk. The one who hates the Capitol in every way but can't escape. She's the only one I can actually confide in, and I'm the only one she can, too. She's not pretty on the outside, but in the inside, she's one of the nicest people I've ever met. All her hair is hot pink. Her nails neon green. And every last bit of extra makeup is sunflower yellow. 

After what seemed like years of pulling and shaving and scrubbing, the three left me alone to think of my predicament. Until, of course, my stylist entered the room without knocking and completely ridding me of my privacy.  "You must be Boston," my stylist says.  "I'm Shay." Simple. Finally simple. Out of all the Capitol citizens I've met so far, he's actually simple. I smile, happy to finally meet someone who, other than Indigo, I can talk to without getting embarrassed here in the Capitol.  I shake his outstretched hand and prepare myself for the outfit coming my way. My grandma has always complained that living in District Seven almost always results in wearing a tree-like suit/dress. I "can't wait" to see what I have to wear in front of that cheering crowd tonight.
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Shay brings out a black bag full of what I can only think to be my costume.  I sigh and roll my eyes at the bag, until Shay pulls out the outfit and I regret my actions.  I'm floored. I'm wearing a dark emerald shirt with a brown bark-like suit coat and pants.  I can't say it will get me sponsors right away, but I got to say, it's better than I expected.
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"Wow. Jonas you look amazing." The whole time I was mostly worried that Jonas's dress wouldn't get her sponsors, but now that I'm looking at it, I know it definitely will.  And that's exactly what I want. 
Jonas and I step into District Seven's parade carriage pulled by two gallant, black horses.  And before I know it, Reuben Shutters, the Hunger Games announcer, uses his friendly voice to begin the parade....