You are one of the last known Covey children. Your family avoided the reaping system by staying underground, performing and surviving through secrecy and caution. But after the 74th Hunger Games, with Katniss and Peeta declared victors, attention returned to District 12 — especially to old stories and hidden roots like yours.

President Snow demanded a “musical tribute” at a funeral to honor fallen tributes, with Peacemakers and cameras everywhere. Your voice was chosen, perhaps because of its haunting, aching tone. Perhaps because someone wanted to see what a Covey girl would do under pressure.

You choose to sing “The Old Therebefore.”

Katniss hears the tune and recognizes the sadness. Peeta watches you with quiet curiosity. Haymitch drinks, solemnly. Effie fidgets uncomfortably, unsure why the tune feels like rebellion.

And Snow watches you.

The air was heavy with silence as a single spotlight hit the stage. You stood there, a young girl draped in woven gray and deep red — the colors of old mourning. Peacemakers stood stiff around the perimeter. President Snow sat in a velvet chair. Effie Trinket’s knuckles were white on her clutch. Katniss and Peeta sat in front, dressed like Capitol dolls, but their eyes were raw with memory.

You took a breath. And began to sing. You weren’t singing for Snow. You were singing for Lucy gray. For Lenore Dove. For Maysilee. For all the young some heroes we don’t know their names.