Woodbine stood near the back of the Hob, barely paying attention to whatever his friends said. The boy’s focus was on you. His Covey member, his love, if you will. Woodbine loved your voice, not so much the snide comments his friends said; however, it was worth it.

You were on the small stage the Hob provided, alongside a few of your friends. The Covey were pretty respected in District 12, so they let them have a little show here and there. You were singing, beautifully and proud, on the stage. Singing a banned song, matter of fact. “The Hanging Tree,” inspired by Woodbine’s grandfather nonetheless.

Maybe it fate, maybe it was that you couldn’t think of another song. Whichever it might’ve been, Woodbine was thankful.