When The Canary Sings

Wedding Song.

First Person Point of View: Becca Blue

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"Plutarch."

"Ms. Blue."

I do not like this man. Well, I guess it's hard to say what I do and don't like. What I love and hate. I love Will, I hate Coin. I like Katniss, I don't like this colorless district. I guess Plutarch falls into that little gray area. I'm sure he'll fall into one of the categories soon enough. Will stands next to me, holding my hand. Haymitch behind us.

The corner of my lip twitches upwards into a smirk. "I heard there's a wedding."

"There is."

"I want to go." I say, "frankly, I am ever so offended that I didn't get an invite."

Plutarch's smile widens. "Well, I'll have to get Coin to sign off on it, she is commanding the guest list down to the cockroach that might scurry through." He says, but his face tells me he's pissed about it. Hard to tell a gamemaker to let someone else do something. I guess Coin's idea of a wedding is signing a piece of paper, while Plutarch's is a three day extravaganza. Honestly, I'd rather go with Plutarch's idea for this one. What better way to stick it to Snow than showing all of us dancing and having fun?

"We want to sing." Will adds, and I nod.

"Yeah, we want to sing at the wedding."

"Are you sure you're...stable enough for that?" Plutarch asks cautiously. Will squeezes my hand.

"Rude." I smirk, "and yes. So tell Coin I'm doing it."

Plutarch sighs, "it's not as easy as that. She has a hand in everything. She has strict rules. She even vetoed alcohol! At a wedding." His frustration makes me giggle.

I stand up a little straighter, "then let me plead my case."

The next thing I know, Will, Haymitch and I are being escorted down a long hallway to a room called command. Will says he hates this room, because it is the place of many meetings, and it was here he watched my execution. However, he doesn't hesitate to walk in, hand in hand with me.

President Coin is sitting at a table, filling out some paperwork. As we walk in, she picks her head up and gives us a tight lipped smile. Well, I don't think it even counts as a smile, she really just moved her lips.

So this is the woman I've heard so much about. Gray hair and dull gray eyes. Gray clothes, gray, gray, gray, just like literally everything else in this hellhole.

"Madame President Coin," I say, striding up to her desk, "should I bow or somethin'?" I chuckle.

President Coin stiffly shakes her head, extending her hand to grasp onto mine. "Ms. Blue, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"As is you," I say, looking her up and down. Gray. "So you're the woman I've heard so much about. All good things, all good things." I lie with a smile. I can hear Will huff behind me, but otherwise he keeps his mouth shut. He's told me everything. How he hates this lady. He says he knows she has some freaky ulterior motive, and the more and more he tells me, the more and more I believe that she and Snow are one in the same.

"I'm glad our doctors could treat you," she says, and I nod.

"So, I hear there's a wedding I wasn't invited to." I say with a smirk. My hand is still gripping her hand, not tightly, but holding it so she stays looking at me.

"I'm sorry," Coin says immediately, "you're not stable enough to attend. Your mental health is still poor, and you are very liable to lash out."

I let a smile spread across my face, "you don't understand," I chuckle, "I'm going." My stomach is on fire, passion and the need to grab the nearest heavy object and bash it into this woman's skull is overwhelming, but I just grit my teeth. I can't lash out, I'll just prove her point.