Matt slowly dragged himself onto the stage, his deep practically planted to the floor once he finally made it up there. The sounds of the cheers he did his best to drown out, instead focusing on what was in front of him in the distance- which so happened to be the exit. His gaze caught on the host as he wandered around, settling his arm on Trixie. "How long have you been in this profession for?" he asked, hovering the mic by her mouth.

Trixie blinked at the arm laid on her, looking up at the host with a slight doe-eyed expression. "A few months." She said, offering a soft smile and attempting to bite her nerves back.

Matt watched as the host nodded, moving onto the rest to carry on speaking. It was un'eccezione long, and he had just about zoned out when the crowd started up again. It was time for the awards. Matt sighed as the first few, for different 'groups' were announced, and his attention had been slipping away until something else was announced. "The award for the most successful upcoming four..Bolton, Ava, Trixie and Matt" he said, leaving them no option other than to move forward to accept.

Trixie waited boredly, feeling worse than miserable as she stood there. She winced as her name got called, reluctantly stepping forward to accept with the other three. She exchanged a nervous glance with Matt, looking somewhat panicked.

my brains blank at the moment, are you okay to skip to them being off stage? them going home maybe, the car accident, anything like that?

Yeah! Sorry if my posts have been sucking recently, everything just kinda hectic right now- we could skip to them going home or something like that :)

don't stress it, it's all good! aslong as you're okay :)

and that sounds good, want me to start?

I'd really love that, thank you!

It was after the awards ceremony, and Matt and Trixie were finally on their way back. There was an option to stay for the rest of the ceremony, a little after party thing but quite frankly he just wanted to get out of there, and it seemed as if Trixie wanted to do the exact same. He was pleased with the night overall, he'd won a couple things- including best pair with Trixie which was complementary- but that only meant more awards to come which was much to his dread. As they slowly rolled down the gravel path towards his house, Matt shielded his eyes from the lamppost ahead, fiddling with the indicator. "Did you have a good night?" he asked quietly, twisting the steering wheel into the driveway. Something felt a little off, though he had about no idea what.

Trixie felt somewhat deflated on the drive back from the venue. The entire night had been exhausting, and she had been relatively miserable the whole time simply because of the awards. It was nice to have won, but part of her thought it would have been better not win anything and been able to stay seated, or at the back of the stage. When Matt spoke, she was replaying almost every time when she walked up and how much she regretted what she said, did, how she walked- silly little things. She blinked over at him, tilting her head. "Honestly, no. But I was with you so it doesn't matter. And I got to dress up, so there's that."