If Maxon Picked Kriss

Chapter 4

America's POV

2 weeks later.

Today is the day I perform. I'm so nervous. I haven't gotten proper sleep in two weeks. I constantly feel like I'm gonna pass out or throw up everywhere. The only thing keeping me going has been coffee mixed with vodka to calm my nerves while keeping me awake. I know it sounds bad but it's the only thing pulling me through right now. It's temporary. I have it under control.

I finally have my songs together and my dance routine figured out but I'm working on oerfecting it in the two hours i have left to practice. I made it to the stadium early today to give me time to get ready and practice here.

My routine with JO will probably go pretty well. He's nicer than i thought he would be. He acts very blunt in his music but in person he's nice and helpful. He helped me put the song together for us to sing together. That routine with him I have down better than my own to be honest.

During my stretches to prep my body for performing i hear an abrupt knock. I took a quick scan around my room to get of some of the small complimetary vodka bottles gievn to me by the HHH staff. I grabbed as many as i could leaving about 2 big bottles and 2 littler ones in the corner. Whoever it was probably wouldn't notice. I thought to myself.

When I opened the door I found three unsuspected visitors. Georgia, Kriss, and Maxon. Maxon! This is awkward. I haven't seen him since the selection. I never went to the wedding.

Kriss walks in and beams, "It's so good to see you! I can't wait for the show! I'm so excited. I haven't been out of the castle in almost a year!"

Not knowing what to see i just say,

"It's good to see you too Kriss." I feel lightheaded. I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

Georgia must have sensed this because she muttered to the group in my room

"I have matters i need to speak to America privately, and she better start getting ready, Right America?"

Since I can't properly think I just nod to whatever it is she just said. She then proceeds to walk them out of the room and closes the door. After the closes the door she puts her head on the door whispering

"Crap, crap, crap. I'm such an idiot." I don't say anything because I'm not sure what she's referring to and not sure i want to know at this point.

She then turns to me and says,

"Cmon America we need to sober you up. The concerts in two hours."

It' embarrassing to hear this from her but i listen to her requests. She gives me alot of water and requests one of the staff to make me a green shake. Whatever that is.

She starts working on my hair and talking to me,

"I shouldn't have put this stress on you. I knew it would put a lot on your plate. I can't imagine how stressful it is to go out there with him being here, and other singers and a big crowd. I'm sorry."

I haven't responded to her. I'm not sure what to say. I don't want her to think it's her fault. She couldn't have known.

"You couldn't have predicted this would happen. It's a one time thing. I'm in control and it's not an issue. I'm not addicted or anything. It's not your fault." She hears this and sighs.

"I know I'm not around you a ton but i see it. I've seen it since the selection ended America. I know the drinking hasn't been as bad as it is now but I've seen the liquor drinking during the day occasionally and the drinking when we tell you news at night. I just didn't think it was bad until now. I shouldn't have put stress on you because I new. I knew you had a problem but ignored it. And now It's gotten worse. I'm sorry America."