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What? I thought we abandoned that when Peeta asked for
separate coaching. But I guess that was a private, not a public
thing. Anyway, there’s not much chance for interaction now,
as we walk single-file to our seats and take our places.
Just stepping on the stage makes my breathing rapid and
shallow. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples. It’s a relief
to get to my chair, because between the heels and my legs
shaking, I’m afraid I’ll trip. Although evening is falling, the City
Circle is brighter than a summer’s day. An elevated seating
unit has been set up for prestigious guests, with the stylists
commanding the front row. The cameras will turn to them
when the crowd is reacting to their handiwork. A large balcony
off a building to the right has been reserved for the Gamemakers.
Television crews have claimed most of the other balconies.
But the City Circle and the avenues that feed into it are
completely packed with people. Standing room only. At homes
and community halls around the country, every television set
is turned on. Every citizen of Panem is tuned in. There will be
no blackouts tonight.
Caesar Flickerman, the man who has hosted the interviews
for more than forty years, bounces onto the stage. It’s a little
scary because his appearance has been virtually unchanged
during all that time. Same face under a coating of pure white
makeup. Same hairstyle that he dyes a different color for each
Hunger Games. Same ceremonial suit, midnight blue dotted
with a thousand tiny electric bulbs that twinkle like stars.
They do surgery in the Capitol, to make people appear younger
and thinner. In District 12, looking old is something of an
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