They both think, why can't I hear them? The other tributes, about 2 meters across from Katniss and Finnick, are moving their lips with worry, yet no sound emits from them.

Katniss and Finnick attempt to run up to them, yet they slam right into a transparent wall, causing the two to fall on the ground. While Katniss rubs the ache away from her shoulder, Finnick inspects the maroon blood pouring out of his nose.

Before they even get the chance to take a longer look at the unfamiliar barrier, a small child's voice echo's through Katniss's and Finnick's ears, "Tell me the duck story." Instantly after that, an underlining beat that seams to be bouncing hops in.

His pupils larger than an elephant, Finnick looks dead into Katniss's eyes. Blood is still trickling down his nose and onto his angular chin. He leans in closer to her face, as if the words he is about to speak is an urgent warning. "Run Katniss, run! The song will control you!" Finnick spins around and smacks his face into the same wall. From there, he curls up into a ball on the ground, covering his ears with his long hands.

Katniss, stunned by Finnick's reactions to this weird beat, is left dazed as the main tune of the song emerges into what seems like a giant bubble.

A duck walked up to a lemonade stand

and he said to the man running the stand,

"Hey!" Bam, bam, bam, " Got any grapes?"

The man said no, we just sell lemonade. It's cold and it's fresh and it's all home made. Can I sell you glass? The duck said "I'll pass."

Then he waddled away. Till' the very next day. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bada bam.

Katniss lets out a shriek of pain, wishing the explosion in the 74th Games had made both of her ears permanently deaf, not fixable by the Capitol. Below her, Finnick is silently mouthing the lyrics, his eyes squinting in pain. Katniss drops to her knees and falls over on her side, clutching her legs close to her chest.

The song replays itself for at least 20 minutes straight until the noise causing their torture suddenly stops. The area hums with a pleasing silence, relieving the stress of the two. Finnick wobbles to his feet. He sighs once his hand is lied upon the barrier, as it is still there.

Katniss and Finnick give's each other weak grins, joyed that the sound is gone, but the wall is still trapping them for more fears they know they will have to face.

Almost as if they had jinxed it, another tune starts up.

7am, waking up in the morning.

Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs.

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal.

Seein' everything, the time is goin'.

Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'.

Gotta get down to the bus stop.

Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends.

Kickin' in the front seat.

Sittin' in the back seat.

Gotta make my mind up.

Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday!

Gotta get down on Friday.

Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend.

Friday, Friday

Out of the blue, Finnick randomly dose a waving hand motion and shouts out, "My hand is a dolphin!"

Gettin' down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend.

Constant repetition drives both tributes to plug their ears with their fingers and hope the dreaded horrors will end. When it finlaly stops, who knows when, Katniss and Finnick release the tenseness in their muscles and stand up, only to be followed by bubbly intro music.

"Poptart cat?" Finnick asks.

Only 6 mysterious 'nyan' sounds are heard until it suddenly stops and the barrier vanishes. Katniss softly cries with relief while Finnick dose a High School Musical jump with glee.

Across where the wall used to be, all of their allies, except Peeta, are standing there. Then, Peeta strides into view with a duck right by his side. "Hey!" he says, a little too enthusiastically, "Look what I found! Together, we can have conversations, and walk around, and eat grapes together and-"

Katniss cuts him off as she flings her bow into her hands and shoots the duck square in the chest.

Peeta squeals, jumping away from the arrow. "Noooo! How could you do that to Boblo!"

Katniss shakes her head. "It was for your own good, Peeta."

Finnick meaningfully pats her on the back and says, "Good job, Katniss."

~FIN~

I do not own Friday or The Duck Song. I wish I owned Nyan Cat and The Hunger Games, but to my dismay, I don't own those either.

Thanks for reading! I'm sorry if you like some of the things that Katniss and Finnick thought as "horrendous", but please, don't give me any flames on that part. I'm just stating most peoples reactions. To make it up, I love Nyan Cat to death! I mean, It's a cat stuck in a poptart soaring through the universe with a rainbow coming out of it's butt! What's not to love! Please review!