"Did you hear? President Snow is coming to watch the final dress" "The real president? Like of panem?" "He's still single. I wonder if I could seduce him tonight"

After the revolt, the arts took a strong hit in the Capitol. But, eventually as the city started to rebuild, so did things like ballet. In the capitol, there are merchants, and aristocrats, politicians, and students. And now, the dancers.

The theatre is beautiful, three sets of balconies and a main floor. An orchestra pit. It's now something the richest of the rich come to see. They've moved on from the red light district to the ballet.

The Capitol Ballet Company has choreographed their own ballet for the anniversary of the capitol winning over the districts once again. It's about the original founding of Panem. The destruction of the old world, the survivors, the couple that founded and raised up Panem, before the woman who the lady justice model in the square is built off of untimely died. It's a tragedy in a way, but all ballets are. That's why it works so well.

You're in one of the dressing rooms, one of the stagehands fixing your wig for opening onto your head when you hear the news. Mr. Snow hardly attends social events like this, especially ones with music after Lucy Gray. And why would he come to a dress, not an official show? You struggle to wrap your head around it as you get into costume, and lace up your pointe shoes. Where will he even sit? Front row centre? Balcony two?

His family played a part in founding the country, it's probably a press thing.

The orchestra starts the overture, and you roll your feet up to the top, testing out the shoes. The show will be grand.