Interview with Stella Archer!

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. Stella told herself. She waited backstage for Caesar to call her name. She listened as he finished up his interview and barely even heard her name called. Her mind was on much different things.
Stella picked up her white frilly dress that appeared to have fish scales on it. and stepped onto the stage. Lights shone in her eyes, and clapping filled her ears. Don't look at them. Look right above their heads, and keep walking. You're not going to throw up your lunch. She smiled nervously at the audience before taking a seat in the chair next to Caesar.
"Uhm, hello..." She said, looking at Caesar and keeping her smile.

"Well Stella, you look lovely tonight, don't you all agree?" Caeser first complimented her before turning to the audience as they clapped in reply once more. "I hope you're enjoying the Capitol at the moment, anything that catches your eye around here?" He leaned in and asked, eager to hear her opinion of their homeland.

Stella crossed her legs as she attempted to become more comfortable in the Capitol chairs. She looks up at Caesar for his first question.
"Anything catch your eye?" He asked.
Stella thought for a moment. What had she seen from the past few days that caught her eye?"Everything." She finally says. "Everything here is so much different from District Four. The people, the houses, the food... even the way the people talk here is uh, different."
Stella glances out at the crowd, but immediately feels her lunch begin to creep up. She faces Caesar instead, and simply smiles, trying to cover up her nauseated feeling.

"Well we do have our way with words!" Caesar nodded, laughing a little and pausing while they waited for the crowd to calm down again before he continued, "we're glad to have you here and glad that you're enjoying your time here!" Caesar Flickerman leaned back into the chair this time, propping a leg on his knee, sensing the nerves from this little tribute here. He smiled back and prodded yet another question, "now let's get to the part that we're really curious about shall we? Being from District 4, that produces strong tributes occasionally, or quite often if I may say, how do you find your fellow tributes this Games? Any tributes that's under your radar?"

Stella looked at her feet as she tried to think. Did any tributes stand out to her? She hadn't been paying much attention to them; she had been more focused her training herself than watching what the other tributes were up to. Oops.
"Well, that one girl, from District Five, Grace, scored a ten, so she could be a threat..." Stella calmly said, thinking about each word as she spoke to them. "But so are the tributes that scored a one or a two. They could be playing at a different angle." Stella spoke and then finished with a smile. Was that all she had to say? She felt like she needed to add more to it.
"Even though I made a five, I'm not counting myself out of the games just yet." Stella stated firmly.

Stella took in a deep breath as she prepared herself for the next question. The crowd quieted as they listened into Caesar's next question. Was there someone at home? Stella guessed that Caesar was talking about a boyfriend of some sort, or a loved family member. Stella knew her mother would be watching, but wouldn't care if she came home or not.
"Marlin." Stella stated firmly without even realizing it. But she swallowed hard, and kept talking. "Marlin and myself... we share a lot of secrets. He's there for me and I'm there for him. We help each other out." Stella blushes slightly, realizing how it sounds.