The Interview;;

Ives sat modestly as he waited his turn. Amarantha was doing well, keeping calm and what-have-you. Despite this, Ives was itching to get onto the stage. His mum had told him time and time again that he had a face for the stage. He was determined to prove her right.

Once she’d exited the stage, the crowd all but roaring behind her, he rose form his seat and walked gracefully to the stage. Clove smiled the slightest of smiles at Ives as he walked by, which he returned with a friendly wink. Standing on the stage, he grinned as the crowd cried louder for him that they did for Amarantha. He waved to the crowd, smiling and winking. He even blew a few kisses.

When Caesar finally got him to sit down, a whole minute had gone by. Perfect. Ives thought to himself. Less time to talk about the uncomfortable stuff. Ives managed to make it through about a minute and a half of questions without giving to much away about himself. With only thirty seconds left, Ives felt as though he’d done it. He’d managed to get through without spilling his guts.

“Do you have a special friend?” Caesar said with a wriggle of his eyebrows. Immediately, Ives’ eyes found Clove’s. Damnit. “Is she in the crowd?” Caesar’s voice had gone up an octave, which made Ives nervos. Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Ives felt a sudden relief as he heard the timer go off. The crowd roared as he exited the stage quickly. He just wanted to be off that damn stage. Bitterly, Ives couldn’t help but think, Sorry mum. I just don’t have what it takes to be on a stage.