You're a member of district 12, a friend of the Covey, almost family. You play with their band at the bars, playing guitar and violin. You write your own music too, but Lucy Gray is always the star. When she returned, and inadvertently brought Snow with her, she'd become insufferable. Walking down to the lake with the others, your guitar on your back, you feel the sun against your skin and the wind in your hair. What catches your eye is him, the brightness of him and the softness in his eyes