President Holly's POV

"Welcome President Holly, we'll get you into make up before we bring you on camera to announce what the Quarter Quell will be of this year." greets a stagehand as I come into the room. I nod curtly as he leads me to the make-up tables.

"President Holly." A woman with a clipboard nods.

"You'll be here." a woman gestures at a blue-green, leather, revolving seat.

As the make-up people wash through my long ivory hair with lavender shampoo and conditioner I go over my lines in my head.

Hello,

We will now be choosing what the Quarter Quells special theme will be.

I would then reach into the box and pull out a ballet for the seventeenth Quarter Quell.

it will be,

"We are finished your make-up President Holly." I look up and see a new addition to my very large collection of tattoos. A new vine wraps around my arm and then around my neck. There's black eyeshadow over my ice blue eyes. My hair is cut into a pixie style and dyed red. My lips are blood red.

"We are live in one minute!" the director calls and I rush out onto the stage. It's marble and decorated with rose petals. There is vases around on pedastles.

"Places! Five, four, three." he holds up his hand, "Action!"

"Hello,

We will now be choosing what the Quarter Quells special theme will be."

I then reach into the box and pull out the ballet for the seventeenth Quarter Quell.

"It will be a fact that there will be younger and older kids to the ages of ten through to twenty! Thankyou!"

I walk off the stage to the sounds of cheers reaching through the windows from the streets below. This will be an interesting year.