The Second Annual Writer Games!

Interviews: Andras Moon

"...and now, let's go to our second tribute, Andras Moon!"
I get pushed out on stage. I stumble, and almost trip. "Whoops!" I say. Silvia laughs as I join her. She looks beautiful, in a non-creepy way. She wears a light grey dress with silver sparkles. Her hair is gray, and also sparkly. Kinda like the moon. Wonder why she wanted to look like the moon....
"Welcome Andras," She say, motioning for me to sit down. I fall on to a fluffy cloud. Oh, wait. It's a chair.
"Hi Silvia. Wait, that's your name right?" I tilt my head.
She looks quite confused. "Yes. That's my name."
"I was just kidding. I think." We both laugh.
"So Andras, how has your visit been so far?"
"Good. Miss my girlfriend, and my other friends, but this place is cool. Have you ever tried the cheese?"
"So is that what you miss about home?"
"What? The cheese?" I ask, bluntly confused.
"No. Your girlfriend." She responds like she's taking to a preschooler.
"Oh yes. We have been dating for about 8 years now." I have a little flash back to when my friend asked her out for me. I don't even say I liked her. I think. Point is, I'm happy with her.
"Aww. So, if you had a great girl, was she the one who asked you to volunteer? Or was tree another reason?" I notice Silvia blinks and some of her glittery grey eye shadow flys into the air.
"Some random kid said I should volunteer a few days before. So I did. Oh wait. That was academy instructor."
"Ok then...." Silvia thinks for a second. "Moving on. Who stands out in these games? Who looks like the broken bird?" "The broken bird is the weird baseball kid from nine. Why do people like baseball anyways? I always played soccer." I say, proud I said something that sounded sorta smart. Good job, Andras, good job.
"But, what about the hawk? The one who looks the most dangerous?"
"Uh," I start. I look down. My black tux shimmered, along with my blue tie, and dress shoes. I don't know why they wouldn't change it to yellow. I don't like the color blue.
"Andras? You still awake?" Silvia says, tapping my shoulder.
"Yha. Uh, I guess Hazel. She's stands out a lot and could win."
"Ok. And before we run out of time, do you think you could win? What would you do with the money?"
"Yes, I can win. Why would I be here, if not? I'm not a butterfly. Unless, we all are. We're not all butterfly's right?"
"No." Silvia gives me a strange look. What's with her? All I asked is if we were butterfly's!
"The money would go to my family and girlfriend."
The crowd awes. The buzzer goes off, giving a slight ring in my ear.
"Well folks! That's all for Andras. Good luck!"
"Good luck to you as well!" I say! I smile and wave off stage. The crowd continues cheering. They only stop when the next tribute sits down. Hazel, I believe. I then am ushered upstairs with Nutmeg. As the elevator closes, I wonder if I did good. Or if I just ruined chances of winning the Hungry Games.