It was the day of the interview. Dmitri befitted me with a blue sari that trailed down to my feet, which were shoved into royal blue high-heels. They were a lot easier to walk in than the ones Miranda made me practice in, which I felt slightly irritable about as I took my place next to Iver.

Iver was wearing a sea-green suit with black dress shoes, which he felt very uncomfortable about, as you could see on his face. He fiddled with his tie, looking downcast. I didn't make conversation, I just stayed quiet. I could hear the interviewer, Matthew Davies, scream at the crowd, "Are you ready to give it up for the very first Hunger Games tributes?!"

The crowd screamed back in answer.

"Aaaalriiiiight! Let's get this thing starteeeeeed!" Matthew hollered, and Reyna, the girl of District One, smirked and went swishing to the stage in her sparkly silver dress.

I was soon called, and I stood up and walked on the stage. The crowd quieted as I seated myself, my chair facing Matthew. He smiled confidently at me and gazed out at the crowd before shortly returning his attention to me.

"You look wonderful tonight, Ms. Waters," he commented, causing murmurs amongst the crowd.

"Thank you," I say shyly, ducking my head. I didn't know how to handle this. I wasn't comfortable around people. Especially his lot. "My stylist has good taste."

"So, tell us about District Four," Matt prompted me. "What's it like?"

I then decided I was going to drop the flattery part. No way. I sucked at it.

I was just going to let all of my drama flow.

"Oh, sometimes it is quite hot," I sighed, leaning back on my seat and closing my eyes. "The sun just beats down on you as you sit on the beach shore, fishing. Though everything is worth it. The sea glimmers in the sunlight, its waves rolling gently across the waters. Rainbows slant on the ground, reflecting light off of the sun and water."

The crowd sighed in unison, all of their eyes closed.

"I remember fishing with my brother one time," I continued, but my voice got choked up. I was forced to swallow and pause, my breath coming out shakily.

My brother.

Michael.

The one they murdered. The one they deprived of a wife and kids, deprived his family of a son. Deprived his sister of a brother.

"Your brother?" Matthew repeated gently. "I'm sure he is very proud of you, watching you right now in District Four."

"He's d-dead," I stuttered. I sniffled and bit the inside of my cheeks, trying hard not to cry. It took all of my willpower not to scream, Because it's your fault! You killed him! You monsters! Fiends! Why can't you all die and leave me alone?!

Because it's not fair. Nothing is fair for me anymore.

"I'm sorry. Well, what do you think about Iver?" Matthew asked, but I already stood up, my sari sparkling in the light, and walked over to the edges of the stage. When I was near the crowd, I kneeled down and began to whisper to them. Eyes wide with excitement, they all leaned forward to hear.

"He was a very nice, my brother," I whispered, remembering his full detail as if he was right in front of me. "Handsome. Olive skin, long black hair, solid brown eyes that made any girl swoon and melt before his very presence."

The crowd sighed again, clearly wanting my brother. They wouldn't dare chase after him even if he was alive. He was worth a gazillion of them, I thought bitterly. But I kept up the show.

"Real crafty with hooks and nets. He could design a net out of anything. Could tie anything. He was skilled with his hands, and even played the guitar sometimes in the evening, when we eat some bread and the haul is over." I paused, recalling of a song he used to sing and play on the acoustic guitar. "...Do you want me to sing it for you?"

The crowd screamed. I smiled.

"I think that's a yes. Uh, okay," I start as I straighten up. I gulped nervously, but tried to breathe deeply.

I sang only once before, but never again. It was dedicated to my crush at the time, but it was silly. The outcome made me never sing again. But I took a deep breath anyway, and sang aloud the words that were sang so many times before by Michael.

"I miss those blue eyes

How you kiss me at night.

I miss the way we sleep.

Like there's no sunrise

Like the taste of your smile.

I miss the way we sleep.

But I never told you

What I should have said.

No, I never told you.

I just held it in.

Now I miss everything about you.

Can't believe that I still want you.

After all the things we've been through.

I miss everything about you.

Without you, oh.

I see your blue eyes

Every time I close mine.

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to

When I'm not around you.

It's like I'm not with me.

But I never told you

What I should have said.

No, I never told you,

I just held it in.

And now I miss everything about you.

Can't believe that I still want you.

After all the things we've been through.

I miss everything about you."

Seconds passed in silence before the audience erupted into applause. When the noise died down, Matthew came up to me and said quietly, "You are a very beautiful singer, Luna."

I fiddled with my sari, my cheeks heating up. "Th-thanks."

"Now, can you tell us about dear Mic--" Matthew began, but he got cut off by the buzzer. My designated three minutes were up. With a smile of farewell, I swept out of the room.

The picture is what Luna's sari looked like, before I officially start.

And I KNOW that I didn't update yesterday. The UNFORGIVABLE SIN, I know, I know. But this week I have to go to a camp for FIVE DAYS, and they really tire me out. It's a miracle I'm somehow updating.

Well, have a good day!!

~D0veWing