Throughout Boltons explanation and most of the break, Mat thad either been starting up dry conversation with Trixie- he assumed she was just nervous- or watching over Ava and the others at the activity going on. After the break had ended and the different groups were called closer to the stage, Matt turned to Trixie, the start of his sentence interrupted by the other two. "Remember, copy us." They said, then proceeding to head onto stage. The two were both stood in front of a large white backdrop, with a rather expensive camera set up a little away from them. Matt raised his eyebrows as he looked at them, his gaze flitting from Ava to Bolton. Ava was tall, slim and a little pale, which contrasted with Bolton a little, who was a lot taller, an athletic type build and light skin. They did various 'poses', her hand on his chest, then just side by side, before eventually being called down within about five minutes. Ava walked towards the two, displaying a confident smile. "You're both up." She said.

Trixie stayed rather quiet throughout the break and Bolton's explanation, even when Matt spoke to her. She was a mix between nervous energy and envy, which made her feel quite like she was going to hurl. She still kept a faint grip on Matt's hand, watching the other two walk up during their shoot. Her eyes were glued to Ava, and she started to panic, especially toward the end. She made it look so easy, and Trixie felt utterly lost. "Matt, I'm scared." She whispered, giving him a distressed look, which flicked to Ava as the girl spoke.

Matt looked down at Trixie with a faint smile, having to shield his eyes slightly from the bright spotlights as they moved from one group to another. "You'll be fine, as long as you watched the other two there isn't a problem" he said quietly, waiting until they were actually called up to walk on stage. He had kept a hold of Trixies hand for as long as possible, though he had to slip out of her grasp as they both walked up the stairs and towards the white backdrop, mainly for balance. He listened to the 'director' looking man speak, telling them what to do and how to do it- exactly the same as Ava and Bolton, and shut a few of the lights off around them to start. It wasn't silent seeing as there were a bunch of other groups in the large hall working on things, and Matt could only be relieved as they stood. "Put your hand on his chest, and turn your body slightly towards Matt, that's all." the man said, directing his words towards Trixie.

"Yeah. Right." Trixie said quietly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as she attempted to relax. She walked forward on relatively steady feet, letting his hand slip away gently. She nodded at the instructions, which felt quite familiar, and settled herself at his side, turned into him, and laid her hand on his chest. This felt... entirely comfortable. Familiar. She looked up at him for a few moments, then looked into the camera quietly.

Most of the shoot itself really wasn't bad, the posing was easy and Matt was relaxed and somewhat confident, as much as Trixie didn't seem to be. Near the end of the short five minutes they had up there, the man came up on stage and stood in front of Trixie, giving a small smile. "We need one more photo each to put up on the casting sheets. Trixie? Can you step away, Ava? Come up here" he said, gesturing towards the blonde girl standing against the curtains near the steps. Matt was aware it was purely for the fact they were in a group of four, but the idea to him made him feel sick. Not being with Ava for about twenty seconds, But Trixie possibly being with Bolton.

The longer the shoot went on, the more confident Trixie became. Or, less worried, at least. She was almost used to it by the time the man walked up, and then the nerves picked right back up again. She gave a hesitant look at Matt, frowning and giving a slight nod. "Yeah." She said gently, slipping away from Matt to stand off to the side with Bolton. She crossed her arms gently over her chest, frowning as she watched Ava pair up with Matt. It didn't help that he had already been staring at her for far longer than Trixie was comfortable with, and now they were essentially shoved together.

Ava seemed more than happy to have herself latched onto Matts side for another five minute photoshoot, and whilst he was aware it was purely what she was meant to be doing and how she was meant to be posing, the excessive touching of his chest made him want to shiver at times. Still, he did his best to make it seem as if he didn't mind so he could focus on the shoot, though he could only hope it didn't come off wrong on Trixie- that would be the last he wanted or needed. Soon enough the two were waved off stage and Trixie and Bolton were ushered on, to do the same thing. Matt stood next to the stairs with Ava leaning on his arm next to him, watching the other two closely.

Trixie started to get bitter quickly as she continued to watch Ava cling onto Matt. She didn't care if that was exactly what she was supposed to do- she was jealous. She sighed when she and Bolton were called up, casting a glance at Ava, leaning on Matt's arm. She settled into the shoot again, the nerves overtaken by envy. She went through the motions in silence, letting Bolton touch her wherever, barely flinching the first time his hand slid around her waist and gently pulled her closer.

Now Matt knew Trixie and Bolton were doing the same things that him and Ava had been told to do, and she was reacting exactly the same way he had-unbothered, but it still made him feel..strange. Tingly in a bad way. He kept his teeth grit together as they walked back down the stairs off the stage, his eyes following Bolton as they planted themselves next to her. "Was that alright?" Matt asked Trixie after a couple of minutes, though he refused eye contact with her. Of course he wasn't about to make a big deal, that would be embarrassing and quite unfair, but he wasn't about to act as if there wasn't a problem either. Around twenty or so minutes after they had run through what they were meant to be doing, the four were sent to get changed for the last couple of shoots. It wasn't anything to do, solid black top and jeans for the guys and a fitting black dress for Ava and Trixie.

As Trixie came down off the stage, she offered Matt the faintest of smiles, standing beside him afterwards with a perpetual frown. Bolton at her side, and the group wrapped around in a small circle. Trixie went along with the slight small talk, her mood souring when Matt refused to even look at her. "Yeah. It was fine." She said quietly, crossing her arms and giving a small sigh as she looked at her feet. She simply went off, arms crossed, to change when she was asked to, not sparing Matt a word or even a glance. He had no right to be upset with her- and it certainly seemed like he was. That was all She thought as she slipped into the fitted dress.