After the training scores were broadcasted, you and the three tributes from District 1 began to dedicate yourselves to preparing for the interviews that were set to occur this evening. Time passes by, and eventually, you found yourself being interviewed first, which ended up working in your favor. Once Caesar concluded your interview, your district partner Panache swaggered on stage next, wasting absolutely no time in trying to steal the spotlight. From what you could recall, he stopped at least three different times to pose and flex his muscles for the audience.

“Panache from District 1!” Caesar bellows, motioning for him to sit in the chair next to him. “So, tell me, why should our audience back you?”

“Because I’m the biggest, the beefiest, and the best!” Penance proudly said before hitting another pose. “My word, it sounds like we should barbecue you!” Caesar exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Panache when he gave his hair a patronizing pat. “That’s right, I’m all meat, little man.” Panache boasted, sending him a charming smile.

Determined to knock him down a peg, Caesar leaned back slightly. “Even your brain?” He asked Panache, watching him with a critical eye. “Not my brain, obviously. That’s filed with grey stuff.” Panache mumbled, his face turning pink due to him being flustered. “Why does that matter?” At the sound of his voice cracking, Caesar laughed. “Matter? I think brain matters, quite a bit!”

The Capitol audience began to laugh at Panache’s expense as Caesar continued to tease him throughout the entirety of his interview. By the time his interview ended, Panache stormed off the stage, feeling absolutely humiliated.