Panem's Got Talent 2: Audition Week

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✰  JUDGE RISKY POPE .

"Live from Style Street, welcome your first judge... Risky Pope!" 

The crowd's already ballistic as the glass plane rises from her feet, revealing legs, hips, ass and a whole lot more as Risky takes the stage. "Heeey, what's up!" She shouts into the mic, purple ostrich feathers littering behind her model walk, rock music playing as the strobe lights strike across the auditorium. A stage meant for talent, Risky cups her ears back and forth listening to the crowd's cheer, raising her mic to them before speaking again. 

"Panem! Welcome to Style Streeeeet! Let me hear some noise, come on y'all," she laughs as the crowd amplifies. "This is the biggest, the baddest and the toughest talent competition on this planet - and we would know, we made it. You want to be a star? Then you come to this show, am I right?!" Beauty's out, it's all about talent now.

Risky stands center stage as she continues the entrance speech, "tonight, right here on Panem's Got Talent, stars will be made, baby! Each contestant has ninety seconds to prove to us why they should make it to the next round and onto the TOP! And as you all know this is live, this is all live, so we don't know what the hell is gonna happen on this stage tonight. Things are about to get crazy, things about to get wild, but before we get started let's meet the rest of our judges!" 

"First up is muttations expert and survivor expert, Saaaber Bancroft! Next up, the capitol's favorite magician playboy, Josiah Layton! New and from District 2, mayor Victor Strauss! And last and most thickly, me, Risky Pope Washington! Ain't this the hottest judge panel you've seen all year?!" 

There's a second she lets the crowd cheer before continuing. "Now, us 4 are on a mission to find the next biggest star in Panem, and guess what? That's all about to begin, right here, right now!"

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Hello hello, and welcome to Audition Week! For the most talented contestant, this is the start of a journey to becoming a star in Panem... or at least, bringing home a good wad of cash, am I right? This thread will stay open until January 1st, where all qualifying contestants will move onto the next round. To qualify, here's what you've gotta do: roll [1-10] dice rolls 4 times, anything lower than a 5 means a judge is counting you out. Pass 2/4 dice rolls and you're going to Saturn City, baby! 

Contestants of all ages & districts are eligible (besides D13, but we don't talk about that.) Each writer can enter a total of 4 contestants to compete in the season. No additional points will be gained for entering multiple characters; however, you will have a higher chance at advancing to the next round. You may swap contestant posts if you would prefer one of your characters advance in place of another. Fail 3 auditions, get 1 clear for free - all failed dice rolls on your last attempt will be rounded to a 5.

Need a table? Look no further, P.G.T.'s free template is right here!

Now let's talk rewards. Anyone who participates in the P.G.T. event will bring 5 points home to their Ratmas House (go house staff xo) The finalists in P.G.T. will all receive a free CB for their efforts, and the winner of season 2 will receive a custom banner for their profile commemorating their victory. The IC winner of P.G.T., just as Archie last year, will be announced as district royalty and take home a fat cash prize!

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✰ MARINA SUMMERS .

Ever since Nixie won the Games, Marina had been absolutely swamped with people begging her to train them so that they could do the same. She'd been the one to train Nixie, after all, and that was proven to be pretty effective, in the end.

Still, despite the fact there were trainees lined up for ages, asking her to show them the skills they needed to win the next Hunger Games, Marina wanted more. So, when the next season of Panem's Got Talent got announced, she was determined to prove herself. She wanted all of Panem to see her abilities— her skills— her talent.

When audition day arrived, she took the stage in front of the four judges, and flashed a stunning smile in their direction.

"Hello, beauties!" she greeted them. "Why don't I show you all what I can do?"

Marina had decided on showing off her skills with a blade, much like her sister had done in the arena, except in a bit of a flashier fashion. Targets were set up on the stage, as well as some stuffed dummies for her to show her skills on. To start off, she picked up a machete: it had been her sister's weapon of choice in the arena, so it seemed like a solid option.

Swinging the machete into the neck of the nearest dummy, she put a deep cut into one side of it, and then followed up with a swing to the other side, chopping through the rest of the way. The head skittered to the floor, and Marina drove her machete into the chest of the dummy, leaving it sticking out as she gathered some throwing knives and approached the targets.

Music started, and Marina began what she considered to be a combination knife-throwing-and-dance routine. Her movements were graceful as she spun and danced around, throwing knives with precision into each target. When the music concluded, her final thrown knife landed a bullseye, and she took a bow.

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> Risky: "Alright! I was shaking waiting to see what a Summers would do and, well, I'm impressed!"
> Saber: "Eh, I've seen better. Did you not see Derecho Sinclair? Like, you could've done more."
> Josiah: "Unlike my colleague Risky Pope, I am not impressed. I expected more from my victor's sister."
> Victor: “Perhaps District 4 has another victor from in the mix” … mumbles “District 2 could learn a thing or two it would seem.”

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[tick 12a / calla]

✰  AXEL MORRISEN.

The prodigal son returns.

NO HAHA BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE??

New season, new me. New shoes! They're green now. Real fancy.

I had to stop wearing sneakers because Aleki said that it was an adaptive behavioural coping mechanism and I had no idea what that was, I just agreed because my feet were getting cold. Now I've got, like, alligator skin or something, but at least Aleki's happy with it. Happy happy! We're all happy.

Last time I was here I spent way too much time with Pietro and then I accidentally got high and called Annie crying because Anarchy was dead and she wasn't and I wasn't sure if she knew that yet.

Spoiler alert: she did.

I've been living on a boat for the past three months. I've got the number of the Capitol's best rated shrink in my back pocket. I have no idea what the hell is going on.

I think that's normal.

Aleki said that my true talent is having no talent. My sister said that if I do this whole stage thing again she'd actually literally kill me. The prop guy waiting behind the curtains said very loudly that there was something wrong with me and then handed over a unicycle, so. Yeah.

Showtime?

This one goes out to all the people who have ever wondered how many balloons it takes to lift someone six feet off the ground.

Kidding!! I couldn't get the clearance for that one.

I wanted to do this duo thing with Wolf which involved glitter and face paint and a whole bunch of balloons but apparently PGT's helium budget isn't that big, so here I am with the stupid unicycle again trying to remember how to deliver a dramatic monologue without screaming.

Maybe they'd be into that, I dunno. It's kinda melancholic this year. Kinda weird. They're playing some kind of slow jazz instead of the beatboxing-happy-birthday remix I whipped up last night. I wanted balloons but I got a pre-written speech. The lights are a little different, the seats are a little more filled out. Someone right in the front row is holding up a sign with my face on it except, like, tattooed?

Maybe I should get a tattoo. Maybe Wolf would agree to get matching ones - something badass like a skull or a flame or an infinity symbol.

Maybe I'll just let him pick, I've got a soliloquy to focus on.

Wherefore art thou, braincell?

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> Risky: "Okay, we've gotta bring this guy back every year. You don't get it, I'm obsessed!"
> Saber: "Oh, man! Axel, what a great return to our stage! Look out, boys and girls, Panem's Heartthrob is here!"
> Josiah: "Sometimes the sequels are just not as good as their predecessor."
> Victor: “Don’t listen to Josiah, kid, sequels like this always win the show. Good work.”

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[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

✰  HECTOR FUJISAKI.

Things have been slow the last few months. The plague's been bad for small businesses you know?

It's kind of our direct competitor actually.

Baz and Saint and I were all sprawled around the back room, breathing in dust and waiting for the bell to chime over the shop door, when the analog T.V we fished out of the dumpster started crackling with an advertisement. In between the highlight reel and the voiceover, I suddenly had this idea –

We gotta market bigger.

So I walk on when my name's called and hand out our business cards to each of the judges. "Hi, I'm Hector from Jeff and Steve, District Eight. Books, murder, and more."

I've got a book in one hand and an ax in the other.

"Today I will be doing a poetry reading and demonstrating a murder."

My dad used to tell me about the ancient scholars who would write a jisei on their deathbeds. He had a collection of these death poems, bound together, the last words of old nobles and masters and generals and monks. I remember reading about the colour in the trees and the reflections of moonlight at thirteen, a carefully crafted death somewhere in the metaphors.

He thought about writing one, I think. Must be harder than it looks, trying to wrap everything up neatly when there's a lump in your brain.

"Shadows from a lingering sun –"

The ax gets buried into the mannequin we rigged up. It bursts and splatters red – chocolate syrup and tomato ketchup, Baz's idea. "Blur into dusk –"

And I beat the shit out of it because we're thorough like that. The air smells sweet after awhile. I drop the ax, throw a thumbs up into the camera, and remember to finish the poem after a second. "– Falling cherry petals. Soko."

The theatrical blood's a nice touch.

"Thanks. We're Jeff and Steve, District Eight. Books, murder, and more. Call us at 214-6962. We have over a hundred five star ratings and you get a free murder with every fifth purchase."

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> Risky: "Another great reason for me to stay out of District 8. Sorry, it's a boot for me."
> Saber: "What? I love a good poem. Anything that sells a story is a win in my books. Wanna be in the games?"
> Josiah: "Did anyone catch the number at the end there? I want more!"
> Victor: “You mentioned you were from district 8, yes? I would stick to what you know, leave the killing to the careers. That was a shit show.”

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[✨ zozo.]

✰ CLOVER 'KLEE' CLEMENTINE .

Jean said I needed to find a new hobby other than blowing stuff up. At first I was really against it - burying people's shit and lizard hunting are absolutely hobbies! - but then she argued that I needed a hobby that didn't break any laws. Bummer! I hate it when she does that. Y'know, use logic and reasoning!

It took a while, but eventually we narrowed it down as a way to get out some excess energy whilst making as much noise as possible. My two favourite extra curricular activities! Plus it would keep me seated for more than seven minutes. So taking up the drums it was! Percussion! Yay!!!!

Alby says I can't practice at home because I make too much noise and it disturbs his painting ambience, which... fair, I don't have the patience for watching paint dry like he does. So Jean had the genius idea of putting the drumkit in my soundproof detention room - and now I actually want to be put in isolation at school! Funny huh?

Dodo the Lizard doesn't have ears (I don't think?) so even he can join me! He likes to bounce on the symbols. I swear he has better rhythm than me - anyway, after a few months of that I started doing concerts in public and I made a whole thirteen dollars! One for every year I've been alive! Until I got a noise complaint and they shut me down. Lame!!

But I get back up bay-bee! Like a phoenix rising from firework-induced ashes!  It was Jean that suggested I should try out and I guess they love little blonde bitches on this show because I made the AUDITION ROUND???  They even shipped my drumkit and everything! Jean came as my parent slash guardian because Alby had work, but he promised he'd watch my audition live, so I gotta put on the best performance EVER!!!

HIGH!!! ENERGY!!!!! RED!!! DRESS!!! MATCHING!!! DRUMKIT!!!! DODO THE LIZARD!!!! LET'S!!! GO!!!!!

"MY NAME'S KLEE LET'S GET CRAAAAZYYYY!"

One- Two- Three- Four!

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> Risky: "Woah, this kid's energy is insane! Can't wait to see this again next round, baby!"
> Saber: "You could say that performance was explosive. Well done, Clover. I am impressed."
> Josiah: "This is what I have been waiting for, I love crazy!"
> Victor: “Now this is a change of pace that I can approve of. District 8 take notes!”

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[gamemaker kelsier]

✰  PIETRO BABINEAUX .

"Hi again," I whisper softly, then give a gentle wave.

I'm back on stage after a year because Axel said he was going and when he said it, he looked just the littlest bit sad. I told him I'd go as well.

Last year, they didn't like me so much. I thought we had fun, the children in the audience loved me at least. After my audition ended I spent a few hours making balloon animals out in the lobby and by the time I was finished it was dark outside and most people had left for the night. My fingertips were raw from pinching rubber and I was all out of balloons.

I was happy though, it was nice. My favourite thing is the moment when I hand a balloon animal to a kid and their joy is so tangible, I catch it. For a second it sticks, I have it too but it always leaves me. This time I want more of that feeling. I want to stick in their minds, just as joyful.

I gaze down at the crowd from a platform ten feet off the stage floor. A rope extends from the one I'm standing on to another roughly fifteen feet away.

I perch comfortably upon a unicycle, staying balanced by wheeling a little bit forwards and a little bit back. Curt hates this gag the most out of all the ones that I do because there's no net below to catch me. If I fall then I fall. It's not high enough a height that I could die, thought I might hurt myself badly.

"Do you remember me?" I ask, only out of curiosity, "I'm Pietro the clown! Sometimes I'm glad," I pause and point to the bright red heart painted on one side of my face and then the tear drop on the other, "And sometimes I frown!"

The crowd stares at me, faces void of expression and I smile. Sometimes it's hard being the kindest thing in the room but I don't let it bother me, I tip myself over and give them every drop of joy I have left in me. They could take it all if it would erase even a little bit of their sorrow.

"Today I'm going to show you a balancing trick," I inform them. Then my gaze is caught by a little girl in the front row. She's waving madly at me, a bit of blue rubber clutched in her fist.

"Hullo Pietro, hii!" she calls out, "My doggy got sad?" She waves the deflated balloon in the air above her head and I'm not sure what to say. The children I'm used to have grown up with loss, they know that nothing lasts and my animals are always in the trashcan by the end of the week.

Children here, they must be raised to be immortal, they don't know death.

"Hello," I wave at her and then smile again softly, taking a moment to climb off my unicycle before reaching into my oversized pockets for a balloon and a pump. "You've grown a lot, Celestina," I say and she smiles when she realizes I've remembered her name.

The little girl stands in excitement and steps up to the edge of the stage, fingers gripping the boards, too short to see over unless on tip toe.

My big moment is forgotten as children swarm the edge of the stage but I don't mind. I slide down the ladder rails quick and sit down cross-legged, front and centre. I'm already forming the balloon in my hand into another dog for Celestina as a little boy lays a deflated red balloon down, eyes peaking over the edge. "Hiiii Petrooo, 'member me too?"

"'Course I do Barnabas, another giraffe?" I ask.

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> Risky: "Oh, I remember you! This was cute, but it was missing - I dunno - a Balloon Flemeth, or something? Bring it bigger next round!"
> Saber: "Oh! This brings me back to the zoos as a kid! What a fun performance, Pietro! Well done!"
> Josiah: "The clown act is always well received, I hope Pietro can add something a little more this year!"
> Victor: “I’m not sure why, but I’m kind of into it. Looks like we will be seeing you for round 2!”

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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

✰ THOMPSON HARVARD .

I did not win Panem's Got Talent.

If I didn't know it, the boys down the street did. They talked about it. Every goddamned second that they could. When I would pass them

For the few months after the finale aired, it was hard for us to meet up again. There was an odd mourning period between the five of us after we lost. Not that we ever thought we would win in the first place. But to a bunch of children, the promise of going as far as we did meant something. We just went home and focused on our own things.

The benefit of our performance of the show came independently. I received a few bookings. Nothing special - a flutist isn't the first instrument people want to hear. If anything, it was mostly for weddings. Or fancy restaurants on some sort of lovey dovey holiday. I liked it for the most part, but the feeling of playing alone just didn't feel right. It feels so alone and just not right. The notes that I played were nothing to be ashamed of, and I personally think I'm great on my own. However, the transition from televised band to private soloist was not as easy as I had hoped. I wanted to go back. I wanted more.

I took hesitance when it came to reaching out to the other four members. There were whisperings of auditions once again - nothing said we couldn't do it again. So why not? Four letters, four stamps and four names were sent out to the world. Not much could be done for a while, so I sat with my flute. I took a voice lesson, for the hell of it, because maybe we needed better vocals. The main issue with losing is we never got full critiques. We don't know what we did wrong, which is also what made it so anxiety-inducing to come back. What if we just fail again? If it's anything like this first loss, I don't think I could handle it.

Word got back, and we started to plan. This time, only three of the others were invested - the other one never wrote back in time for us. Just like last year, we had to rely on each other to fulfil our duties as we sent them. Memorising the songs that we're given, practicing them to our best and then waiting until we come together for the auditions once more. The only difference this time is that we actually know each other, so there wasn't any empty, cold air when we tried to talk to each other.

Before we go, we huddle up to speak to each other. Comforted words are shared. We can do this. We've got this. "The worst they can do is buzz us out." An uncomfortable aura swept through, as we were already familiar with the feeling. "But we got past this round the first time, and we can do it again. If not - I guess we've had a good run, eh?" There's no way in hell we would try for a third time, so all we could do is hope the second time was done right.

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> Risky: "Well, I love your haircut, Thompson. There's always next year?"
> Josiah: "You'd think after last year's success they would know how to impress us. One hit wonders!"
> Victor: “maybe the others were watching a different act- I’m impressed!”

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✰ NINTENDO JENKINS .

YEAAAH Nintendo Jenkins in the big housussy. Look, I know I said I would never sell out but I never said I was good at keeping my promises. A few things people don't know about me is that I'm amberdexterious, I'm a two truths one lie champion, and I have two moms. I wanted to audition last year but I was untalented until like six months ago? And that's when I started DJing, baby! 

"Yooo, did anyone see that little girl with the bombs? How'd that make clearance am I right lol," so just to talk about myself a little more I'm a high school student from district 3 who went viral on Oracle on accident a few months ago. I'm not saying I know what I'm doing, all I'm saying is the shit sounds fire man! 

Oh wait what, it's already time to go on stage?! Alright, watch me kill this shit real quick. 

"HeY judges-" dude no way my voice cracks on the first word. Like, how do you even recover from that, "my name's Nintendo Jenkins and I think I should win Panem's Got Talent because I'd do anything to be famous. Today I'm doing, uhh, a lot. This is my dog, Bruno, and we're going to be dancing to make mash-up of The Civil Anthem and Bad Bitches by Sampson."

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> Risky: "Meh? I mean, I guess it's a talent."
> Josiah: "They always say to not perform with animals and children but Nintendo has just proved them wrong. Love. Love. LOVE!"
> Victor: “Yeah, no. Next please.”

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[gamemaker kelsier]

✰  ADDLE DEWITT .

He walks onto stage purposefully and sits down behind a drum set before taking a moment to look out at the audience. There's a group of four old people looking at him from a little raised platform and none of them look like they're into good music, which is depressing as hell.

Addle sighs, Theo did try to convey that this would probably be a waste of time but the thing is, she hadn't quite figured out sign language yet and when she spoke it was too fast, so it was hard to read her lips. Addle got, "It's going to be sublime." Now he's starting to realize she could have said something else. Oh well.

He nods once at the audience before announcing, "Drums," in what he's fairly sure is a normal volume. Then he waits for the back track to start, one hand resting on his larger drum so he can pick up the vibrations from the music.

His drop comes up and Addle grins. Even if Theo's right it's not going to stop him from playing his fucking heart out. Which he does, for longer than they'd like him to and past that. Imagine your school talent show and that one kid that plays a fucking drum solo for ten minutes and you're sitting there praying for it to stop.

Now imagine he's playing along to a grunge track.

Yeah.

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> Josiah: "Why did you two buzz?? Keep playing until I say to stop kid!"
> Risky: "It wasn't bad! I think it was brave to try the drums after Clover destroyed it earlier."
> Victor: “Another drummer. How original.”

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[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

✰  SNO CONE .

this year, they said the build a queen pageant was put on pause because they were having a hard time finding the right talent to judge the queens. i did not believe them, but another year for me to hold my crown? i was okay with that.

i would set my sights elsewhere a different type of show that would allow me to reach even more people.

i walk on the stage and realize that it is my time to command it. there are other people here, doing other boring routines that i just do not care to pay attention too. it is all about mine, and what i can do. the ice rink is rolled on the stage behind me and i am certain that i am going to leave a chill on their bones.

"sno cone is the name, and shredding ice is the game." i say with a little whine and droll in my voice.

"ready for a show? im ready to give you guys one." i wink at the camera as i hear a round of applause. the ice is cold and the air invigorates me. i feel just as alive as i did when i won build a queen. i am going to show all of panem that i am the real deal. that i am sno motherfuckin' cone.

i kick out, skate across the ice and begin a little routine that i had been working on for this occasion. i smile at the judges as i spin and twirl on the ice. i throw a little backflip in there as I am going, landing right on the picks of my ice skates. my feet will hurt later, but that is worth it. i throw myself into the air twice, the first time landing a double lutz, and the second time, landing a triple sow cow. when the music stops, i do too.

i just know they are gonna remember it.

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> Risky, snapping: "Okay Sno Cone, you better shred."
> Josiah: "I am ready for the show. Still waiting..."
> Victor: “I don’t know what impressed me more, the act or the fact that there is an ice rink on the stage!”

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Bruce Avon

It is a risky shot for Bruce3 but is ready to take it. There is one goal for him right now and that is to slingshot himself to stardom. He wants to be the one on the judging panel next year but this year he is gotta work hard, be the one on the stage. Either be a success. Or ridiculed. Hopefully not the latter because there is no plan B right now. The winery keeps a steady flow into his bank account, but the money bags need to pile higher and well, what talent can he really demonstrate on a stage live on television in front of thousands of people?

Wine?

The man can juggle! He can juggle his own wine bottles. Two for one marketing. The bottles will be flying off the shelves, regardless of if this is a success or not. Or that is what he hopes…

”Bruce Avon of BA3 wines. I have left behind a few samples for you judges but that is not all I have for you today!” He says as he begins to cradle the four bottles in front of him, quickly dropping the advertisement of each of his blends.

”A Moscato Chardonnay.

Pinot grigio.

Sauviogn blanc.

And the ever popular and simple, prosecco. All finely produced from handpicked grapes grown at my vineyard.”

Then the real magic begins. This would really be the worst time to drop one of these bottles. A classical tune blasts from the speakers and the bottles fly in the air…

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> Risky: "I'm more of a whiskey gal myself, sorry!"
> Victor: "You had me at wine."

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[Knuckles]

✰ Taze Alexandrite .

He's never been one to step into the spotlight because of things that happened long ago but hearing about Panem's Got Talent and watching people perform and become famous over simple things gives Taze a wonderful idea. Over the last year, he's ventured into different sort of training programs, some of which have helped him develop a voice worthy of bringing home a prize.

But it doesn't stop the nerves.

Standing before judges is always terrifying, and right now the only thing on his mind is figuring out how to make it through the audition process. So many people have already succeeded, and it gives him hope, yet it also makes him feel as though one wrong moment can ruin everything. Singing is fun when he's sitting in the shower at home with nobody around, and right now all he cares about is figuring out how to please them all.

So, when it's his time to take the stage, Taze feels the butterflies dancing around in his stomach twisting his insides into knots, but he takes his place. It's such an odd feeling staring out into the crowd wondering if they're even going to care about what he does. The last thing on his mind is getting booed off the stage. Perhaps it would be easier that way. Perhaps it would save him from the embarrassment of walking back into district one.

What have the others done?

Are they worthy of hoisting a prize?

Taze takes a deep breath, and once the music starts playing, he starts singing to the best of his ability. Some may expect him to throw around weapons like careers do, but he isn't a career. He swore that all away, but he's hopeful his voice training will pay off here, and that one day he'll become known as someone other than a lost soul from one.

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> Risky: "Oh, he can sing. I am like wow, I wasn't expecting that from you at all!"
> Victor: "The boy's got some Pipes. Its a yes from me!"

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

✰MEDIA MILES .

Seated in front of her designated vanity, Media watched. While she whisked makeup expertly across her distinctive features and fluffed with her red mane, courtesy of Topaz Ross, she kept her green eyes on the reflection. One by one the other contestants made their way onto the stage. Some of them she recognized (who wouldn't know Marina Summers?) and some others carried their talents with them like shields (or maybe more like weapons in the case of the drum sticks). Very few actually looked like they enjoyed being on stage.

By the time it is Media's turn she is calm, centered, and bright red head to toe. The evening gown drapes over her figure. It's more scarlet than her hair but the color is close enough to give the impression that she is a single burning flame. She sways on five inch designer heels, hips a metronome as she approaches the microphone. Her smile is bright, camera perfect, just as Maverick taught her.

"Hello," she greets the judges with a twinkle of laughter. "I'm Media Miles and I'm here today to show you what a pageant girl can do."

A piano rolled onto the stage, a simple little black thing that contrasted perfectly with her dress. For just a few minutes the depth of Beethoven's notes filled with the auditorium. When she finished with the sonata and acknowledged the audience, Media laid her fingers on the keys and played a rendition of Panem pop tunes. She sang indulgently, finishing it off with flare. She stood, bowed slightly, and chuckled. "This would typically be the interview portion of the pageant. But growing up with Maverick Miles for my father, I've about had my fill of interviews."

She thanked the judges and awaited her fate.

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> Risky: "Sorry, I need at least some talent on my nepo babies. Tell your dad I said hey though!"
> Victor: "I think you might need to think about trying a different talent for your act, maybe the flute!"

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Manwe Rhodes

I've always wanted to be as famous as my dad. Of course, I don't have as many skills as him, but I always am trying. I almost volunteered for the games, but someone snatched it away from me without thinking twice. My dad survived them, so I should be able to too. Yet my time of being eligible is coming to an end. So when I heard about the auditions for Panem's Got Talent, I decided I would try my luck and dance. I've always loved dancing, it's been something I've done in private, and I've also done it in public some. I'm nervous about being in front of the judges, but I hope they like what I do.

So when it's my turn, I take my place on stage, and seeing all the people makes me want to run away, but I came all this way, so I have to try. My heart is racing, and I try to put on a blank face as the music starts, and I dance across the stage like I've done at home in my bedroom so many times before. I feel the beat moving through my body, and the anxiety and nerves eventually go away. And when the music stops, I wait to see what the judges think. I'm nervous I failed, but I'm slightly hopeful I've made it to the next round.

District Eleven

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> Risky: "It's not you, okay? It's just really hard to make it as a dancer."
> Victor: "No. Just no. Next! Please!"

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[tick 12a / calla]

✰  THEO DIONNE.

"HELLO PANEMMMMM!!"

ARE YOU READY TO ROCK??

Get the kickstand going, cue the lights, I've got a brand new baby blue and she's itchin for a performance. This one goes out to all the moms out there feelin' mighty lonely. Call in now to give! me! your! number!!!!

That's right Mrs. Harrison, I'm talking to YOU. I know your husband's out on a business trip.

"ONETWOTHREEFOUR"

This here's what we in the biz call a jam session. POW! That right there? That's called a riff, baby. Electric guitar. Solidbody. Six motherf'in strings!! I bought this thing from a dead guy, that's how you know it's good.

Addle's backstage somewhere because he was already out here and fucking killed it. Uh yeah, you can thank me for scouting that little shit. Somebody get Nora in here, I need some of that oomph. Gimme a baseline, babe. THIS IS OUR TIME!!

You like the one about satan riding the delivery word? That's the best one, you've got TASTE! Make sure to check out the remastered version on our next album - this time it's recorded in the garage instead of the basement. HELL YEAH !! This is new age grunge. This is something retro in the future. This is [BAND NAME PENDING]!!!!

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> Risky: "Well, I hope you guys enjoyed coming to the Capitol! Don't forget to show up for practice."
> Victor: "Can someone please find me so ear plugs? It's time to take a hike, guys!"

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