The Second Annual Writer Games!

Interviews: Spencer Dean

"You look amazing!" my stylist squeals, bouncing on her heels. "Thanks. You know, I wouldn't look like this if it weren't for you." I tell her honestly, smiling in thanks.

Sonata is definitely one of the weirdest people I've met, not in a bad way. She is quirky, and while the other people tend to do bizarre things to their skin and hair, Sonata sticks to showing off her sense of style through her clothes. She likes old musicals, and loves dressing up as her favorite characters. Today, for example, she's dressed up as someone from a story called Les Miserables.

Apparently, she's been wanting to dress up other people too, but since everyone in the Capitol have their own unique sense of style, she hasn't been offered that kind of opportunity. That's why she wanted to be a stylist.

She dressed me up as one of her favorite male characters, Fiyero Tigelaar. My outfit consisted of a white, short sleeved button down shirt, made out of silky material. It's kinda tight, clinging onto me like a second skin, but also very comfortable. It shows my biceps and my chest, and I guess that's what Sonata wants. I'm wearing a maroon vest over it, this one made of hot velvet. Then, there's these tight white pants, even tighter than my shirt, but the cloth is nice and soft, so I'm not complaining. Tall, brown leather boots complete the outfit.

I pointed out earlier that most of the boys would be wearing tuxes, but Sonata simply laughed it off, and said, "Tuxes are so overrated and typical. Besides, this makes you look lean, and it shows off your physique."

My hair is up, perfectly coiffed and my hair stylist used something called gel to hold it in place. The only make up I'm wearing is some sort of powder to make my skin look nice and creamy. I didn't even know boys could wear make up, heck I didn't even know what make up is until I came here. No one from Seven wears it.

"Now, it's time for you to go." Sonata smiles brightly, and the nervousness sets in. "Oh, don't be nervous, Spencer!" she says, reading my mind, "They'll love you! Just talk to Sylvia like you'd normally talk to me. Just trust me, okay?" she smiles encouragingly. "Okay." I nod. Sonata hugs me tightly, and gives me a slight push.

With that, I walk away, towards the room they call 'backstage' which is filled with other tributes. I was right; almost all the guys are wearing tuxes of different colors and style. My outfit made me different, and I smile, silently thanking Sonata and her obsession for old musicals.

Surprisingly, I'm not that nervous anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not overly confident either, but Sonata was right. I should just talk to Silvia the way I'd talk to other people. I shouldn't try to impress her too much, and besides, I've been told quite a few times that I'm pretty charming. There are some nerves there too, as several 'What Ifs' run through my head, but I push those aside, and pay attention to the other tributes.

Sooner than I expected, my district partner, Adelaine is done and I'm next.

My heart rate increases slightly, but I put on my best smile and enter the stage. Silvia Moon is wearing a long gray dress, the fabric is textured with rough crates and it's so glittery and shiny, that it illuminates her pale, pinkish face. Long, dangling earrings hang from her ears; they look like miniature versions the chandelier that lights up the room. I wonder how painful those are.

"Ah, hello Spencer! Welcome!" she says brightly, shaking my hand. "Thanks. It's nice to meet you," I tell her. If it weren't for the fact that we'd be fighting to death the next day, I'd even say it is great to be here.

"Please, take a seat." Silvia says kindly, gesturing to one of the plush chairs. I obeyed, and take my seat, across of her. "So, Spencer before we start with the questions, I must say, you wear those pants quite well!" Sylvia comments. The crowd yells in agreement, and I see Sonata sitting a couple rows back. She catches my eye, and gives me a wink, looking proud of herself.

"Thanks, so I've been told. You aren't so bad yourself." I tell her honestly. Silvia is around Sonata's age, with pale pink skin that makes her glow, and blonde hair with purple streaks, bringing out her purple eyes. I don't know if it's her actual eye color, but I admit, they are pretty cool. In all, I can honestly say that Silvia is pretty.

"Why, thank you!" she gushes, "Okay, so tell me Spencer, how are you liking the Capitol?" she asks, blinking her long, blonde lashes.

"It's been great!" I say, and that's not a lie, "The food is amazing here, it's like every single day, there's something new. The buildings and skyscrapers are incredible to look at. It's overwhelming, in a way, but I like it."

"You didn't say anything about our clothes?" Silvia inquires, there's a glint in her eye, a slight smile tugging upon her lips, and that's how I know that she's teasing. "Well, you're clothes are..." I trail off momentarily, "Interesting." I said finally. Which is true, some of their clothes are absolutely horrendous, while others, like the ones Sonata wears, are actually quite pretty. Silvia lets out a laugh, "Well, thanks! So, we talked about the Capitol, now I must ask, what do you miss back home?" she queries, looking genuinely interested.

"The trees," I said without thinking, and this earns me a few amused laughs from the audience, "The trees?" Silvia repeats, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling up.

"Yeah, the trees. Here in the Capitol, it's all buildings and structures, and while it's great to look at, it brings back a feeling of homesickness. I've been surrounded by trees my entire life, it's where I feel most comfortable." I said truthfully. "So, what if there are no trees in the arena?" she asks casually. She asked me so casually, but it seems like she's implying something else, "Did you just give me a spoiler?" I joked, avoiding her question. It seemed like a dangerous question, honestly.

Silvia blushes and blinks; she must've realized her mistake, "Well, no. I mean, let's imagine that scenario," she says, composing herself, "What would you do if there aren't any trees in the arena?" I frowned and pondered on it for a bit, "I'd still fight, obviously. I'd still do the best I can, try my hardest to win and get back home."

Silvia nods, "You talk of winning. Do you think you can win?" she queries gently. "Yes. I think I have a fair shot at winning. I want to win, just like everyone else here, and I'm willing to do what I have to in order to get back home." as soon as the words left my lips, I sort of regretted them. It made me sound blood thirsty, like a Career. I should have worded it out differently or something, but I can't take it back now.

But Silvia only beams, and says, "That's the spirit!" and the crowd bursts into applause. I smiled back at her, thankful for the save. "If you do win, what would you do with your winnings?" she asks, leaning back on her chair. "Well, that's a lot of money," I start, and the crowd laughs, "I don't know, really. Right now, I'm only focused on how I'm going to win. I haven't thought of what I'd do with the winnings. I guess I'll know if I do win, and the money's in my hands."

"Who do you think stands out the most this year?" Silvia asks, moving on.

There's a lot of people who stands out so I say, "That depends."
"On?" Silvia presses. "On what you mean by standing out. Cause there are a lot of people who stands out. If you meant standing out because of beauty, then I'd say it's Hazel, from Two. She's very pretty." I say, leaning closer to Silvia when I said the last part; she laughs, "But if you mean someone who seems like a huge threat, then I guess I'd have to say it's Achilles."

"Okay. Do you think these two are the biggest threats?" Silvia asks, and I shrug, "They are Careers, but I can't be so sure. There are other people who seem weak, but who knows? Maybe that's their plan." I answer. "Okay. But, I must ask this, so who do you think is the weakest threat?" Silvia asks, but looks unsure of herself.

I give her a smile, "I don't really want to judge the other tributes because of how they look, or what they have done so far. I'm trying not to underestimate them." I tell her. Silvia frowns, "But what if you overestimate them?"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." I shrugged, and Silvia smiles, "Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you, Spencer, but that's all the time we have!" she says, standing up, I follow her lead, and shake her hand again. "May the odds be ever in your favor! Good luck, Spencer Dean!"

And with that, I exit the stage. I did it, the interview's over. Next thing to worry about is the bloodbath. Which is tomorrow.