Natalie Merchant


Katniss was honestly frightened for her interveiw even more so after her little training endevour with Haymitch who was absolutly no help to her at all.

He basically told her what she already knew. She wasn't good at... Anything to do with people in general.

So it was rather frightening to find herself backstage with the other tributes.

What she would say and do were still up in the air, she only hoped for a miracle.

And sadly that mircal was not at all what she had expected.

Caesar asks her about the Capitol and things that are so petty she begins to wonder if she had ever had to even think about such things.

Then he brought up her score, "Give us a hint what happened."

"Um... All I can say is I think it was a first." She had never felt quite so out of place, as the cameras looked at several of the Gamemakers. One in peteculair she remembered had fallen in the punch bowel.

"You're killing us." Caesar exagerated, "Detail. Details."

"I'm not supposed to talk about it right?" She asks for a bit of help.

"She's not." The one who fell in the punch bowel stands up, "However, we can say that her singing brought our attention to her other abilities." He wmust have wanted revenage on her. She blushed and looked down at her hands in embarasment.

"A singer? How exciting" Caesar smiled at her, "Well sing for us Katniss, I'm sure everyone would love to hear you."

"Oh I couldn't just-"

"Come on now don't be shy." He persuaded further.

She looked at her hands before looking up into his eyes and opening her mouth, "Take a look at my body. Look at my hands. There's so much here, that I don't understand.

"Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers. I don't need them

"I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long. As if I'm becoming untouchable

"Contempt loves the silence, It thrives in the dark. With fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart.

"They say that promises, sweeten the blow. But I don't need them. No, I don't need them.

"I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long. As if I'm becoming untouchable

"I'm a slow dying flower, frost killing hour. The sweet turning sour, and untouchable.

"Oh, I need, The darkness, The sweetness, The sadness, The weakness, Oh, I need this

"I need, A lullaby, A kiss goodnight, Angel sweet love of my life. Oh, I need this

"I'm a slow dying flower frost killing hour. The sweet turning sour, and untouchable

"Do you remember the way, that you touched me before? All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored?

"Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers. I don't need them. No, I don't need them

"I need, The darkness, The sweetness, The sadness, The weakness, I need this

"I need, A lullaby, A kiss goodnight, The angel sweet love of my life. Oh, I need this

"Well, is it dark enough? Can you see me? Do you want me? Can you reach me? Or I'm leaving?

"You better shut your mouth. Hold your breath. Kiss me now you'll catch your death. Oh, I mean it. Oh, I need this." Katniss was sure to pick one they wouldn't understand the lyrics to. It was also her last act of defiance before the games without them even knowing.

"What a lovely voice am I right?" Caesar asked as she blushed madly. "We hope to hear more of it Katniss." Just then the buzzar sounded and she was led off the stage. She thought that would be the rush of the night, but she had no idea.