A party to remember (open to all)

The City Circle was bustling with people, it always was, especially now with the Hunger Games in full swing. Screens line the sides of buildings, broadcasting all the violence and juicy drama. The air is brisk and slightly windy, but all the bodies and lights make it warmer. It'd the Day 2 party, when some of the heavy betting starts. People dress up and run around and generally have a good time, like any other Capitol day. People perform and this year, the ex-Gamemaker in charge of these proceedings asked me, Ainslee Twist to sing.

It wasn't like I had never sung in public, hell I had performed for the president himself a few times, but this felt different. There were so many people, some sitting in chair below me, and others wandering the circle buying food or Games related trinkets. You know, replicas of tokens, versions of tribute's parade costumes, pictures or videos of the dead tributes. People got so attracted to their cattle.

"Ainslee, they need you on stage m'am" A girl tells me, she's dressed similarly to an Avox, but since she was talking I figures it's safe to assume she is just a co-ordinater. I nod at her and follow her icy blonde hair up the few steps to the stage. I give my gingery curls tousle and glance down at my outfit.

My dress it down to my ankles, and the V-necked front plunges down to just below my ribs. The back swoops just above my buttocks, and one long slit runs up to my thigh. Most of my tattoos are visible, just the one on my hip is obscured by the shimmery gold fabric. I run my polished nails across the inky spider on my neck.

As I step into the stage lights I notice the little touches to the decoration on stage that accent my outfit. Each performer gets a different set. Mine has gold fabric draping everywhere like solid waterfalls and there are huge painting versions of all my tattoos. I notice the butterflies on my fingertips are combined into one painting. I saunter over to the microphone, smiling as I see one person looking at my ribs, jealous of my thinness. I stand in the spotlight meant for me, and glance down at the band. I smile at the pianist, he's a good kisser, and the music starts.


Use the truth
As a weapon
To beat up all your friends

My voice starts off low, like a whisper, rough and soulful. Someone laughs in the audience and somebody else shushes someone.


Every chink in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallway
Calling out your name
And you love
Find them in the end
You are restless
I was somewhere less secure

My voice is building now, like the slow rising of a wind in the summer, growing into a tornado. My back up singers come in, their soprano voices complimenting my alto nicely.

So I went running to the row
And so now that the longest of places I was
I quit my rambling and come home
Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in there arms

I can feel my confidence growing as I sing. I get more comfortable on stage and move around, lifting my arms above my head and running my tattooed fingers through my hair.

And your saints
And your mantra
And you...... to keep you calm
If you stay
With that asshole
Is gonna do you harm
As the voice singing loudly on the radio

Someone calls my name and I reach in their general direction, smiling. The movement of my face changes my voice slightly, giving it a lighter edge.

Just for you
And good fortune
Will find him in the end
Maybe i was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe i was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe i was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe i was born to hold you in these arms

I finish on the softest note my voice can manage, lowering my head and hands for a moment. Applause ring out almost instantly and I smile, give a slight bow and put the Mic back on the stand.

"Okay ladies and gents, it's nice to see such beautiful faces on such a chilly night." I say, fake shivering. People laugh and shout agreements. "Well, I 'aint gonna stall up here, I'm just gonna sing some more tunes and get you onto your next performer! " I sweep the slit in my dress back and out of the corner of my eye I see the flash of red from the heart on my ankle. I sing three more songs, two upbeat and one more ballad. "Goodnight Y'all"


I walk off the stage and run my hand through my hair, sighing. Not only was singing, and standing under the burning stage lights exhausting, but using my fake accent was even worse. My....agent told me it made me seem sweeter when I was just getting started as a singer and so it stayed. I walk down the stairs heavily and walk out into the crowd.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a mule." I say, mostly to myself. The not-Avox from before smiles slightly and then turns away to hide her face. I glance around the crowded square, wondering what to do now that was done singing. These nights could be eventful if you wanted them to and tonight, I was feeling like this night should be extra special.

ooc: song is In These Arms by Swell Season. Glen Hasnard is a sexy beast.