【饥饿游戏】39
时间：2017-03-21 06:58:22
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What did you think of that costume?”
Cinna raises one
eyebrow1 at me. Be honest. “You mean after
I got over my fear of being burned alive?” I ask.
Big laugh. A real one from the audience.
“Yes. Start then,” says Caesar.
Cinna, my friend, I should tell him anyway. “I thought Cinna
was brilliant and it was the most gorgeous costume I’d ever
seen and I couldn’t believe I was wearing it. I can’t believe I’m
wearing this, either.” I lift up my skirt to spread it out. “I mean,
look at it!”
As the audience oohs and ahs, I see Cinna make the tiniest
circular motion with his finger. But I know what he’s saying.
Twirl for me.
I spin in a circle once and the reaction is
immediate2.
“Oh, do that again!” says Caesar, and so I lift up my arms
and spin around and around letting the skirt fly out, letting
the dress
engulf3 me in flames. The audience breaks into
cheers. When I stop, I clutch Caesar’s arm.
“Don’t stop!” he says.
“I have to, I’m dizzy!” I’m also
giggling4, which I think I’ve
done maybe never in my lifetime. But the nerves and the
spinning have gotten to me.
Caesar wraps a protective arm around me. “Don’t worry,
I’ve got you. Can’t have you following in your mentor’s footsteps.”
Everyone’s
hooting5 as the cameras find Haymitch, who is
by now famous for his head dive at the reaping, and he waves
them away good-naturedly and points back to me.
“It’s all right,” Caesar
reassures6 the crowd. “She’s safe with
me. So, how about that training score. E-le-ven. Give us a hint
what happened in there.”
I glance at the Gamemakers on the balcony and bite my lip.
“Um . . . all I can say, is I think it was a first.”
The cameras are right on the Gamemakers, who are
chuckling7and nodding.
“You’re
killing8 us,” says Caesar as if in actual pain.
“Details. Details.”
I address the balcony. “I’m not supposed to talk about it, right?”
The Gamemaker who fell in the punch bowl shouts out,
“She’s not!”
“Thank you,” I say. “Sorry. My lips are sealed.”
“Let’s go back then, to the moment they called your sister’s
name at the reaping,” says Caesar. His mood is quieter now.
“And you volunteered. Can you tell us about her?”
No. No, not all of you. But maybe Cinna. I don’t think I’m
imagining the sadness on his face. “Her name’s
Prim9. She’s just
twelve. And I love her more than anything.”
You could hear a pin drop in the City Circle now.
“What did she say to you? After the reaping?” Caesar asks.
Be honest. Be honest. I swallow hard. “She asked me to try
really hard to win.” The audience is frozen, hanging on my
every word.
“And what did you say?” prompts Caesar gently.
But instead of warmth, I feel an icy
rigidity10 take over my body.
My muscles tense as they do before a kill. When I speak,
my voice seems to have dropped an octave. “I swore I would.”
“I bet you did,” says Caesar, giving me a squeeze. The
buzzer11goes off. “Sorry we’re out of time. Best of luck, Katniss
Everdeen, tribute from District Twelve.”
The applause continues long after I’m seated. I look to Cinna
I’m still in a
daze13 for the first part of Peeta’s interview. He
has the audience from the get-go, though; I can hear them
laughing, shouting out. He plays up the baker’s son thing,
comparing the tributes to the breads from their districts. Then
“Tell me, do I still smell like roses?” he asks Caesar, and then
there’s a whole run where they take turns
sniffing17 each other
that brings down the house. I’m coming back into focus
when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.
Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head.
“Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl.
Come on, what’s her name?” says Caesar.
Peeta sighs. “Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on
her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t
know I was alive until the reaping.”
Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they
can relate to.
“She have another fellow?” asks Caesar.
“I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her,” says Peeta.
“So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She
can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly.
“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning . . . won’t
help in my case,” says Peeta.
“Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified.
. . . she came here with me.”
octave n. 八度音阶；八行诗；十四行诗的前八行；八个一组的事物
anecdote n. 轶事；奇闻；秘史
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