"Well, darlings, that's my cue! I am so very thrilled to meet each and every one of you. There's no need to be nervous; do not fret, this interview is just a tempest in a teapot." Though it is somewhat difficult to make out the ebullient speaker among the herd of tributes and stylists, looking up, you catch a glimpse of a fluffy tail entering the stage door, followed by an uproar of cheers. Moments later, you are quickly grabbed and ushered into line, where the very stylist team that has aided you throughout training now makes their final adjustments and bids you adieu. Is it bittersweet, perhaps, knowing that you are only closer to your fate? Bit by bit, the line inches forward, and you soon watch as the tribute ahead of you exits the stage door, looking slightly rattled. However, you have little time to worry about that, as you are prodded through the door and met with immediate applause. Taking a short bow, you pad across the stage and shake hands with your interviewer, a cream and brown cat with curly fur and a lovely rainbow halo above her head, who introduces you to the Capitol with a soothing, warm voice. Ellema Stratocirrus is immediately invested in you, asking thoughtful questions and nodding along. However, as the interview progresses, you notice what almost sounds like a siren ringing in your ears. Answer well, and the only sound you hear is the audience's approval. Lose your composure or confidence, and you'll see (more like hear) what happens... Due 7/30 desc by Thunder art by Arthur
