Hey everyone, top of the mornin to ya! (Even though I'm writing this at 4:30 in the afternoon...) So, it's the long-awaited shoot chapter. The costumes are on my profile, so please check them out. Also, as I said last chapter, there's a new poll up on my profile, which I NEED anyone who reads this story to answer. I'm using it for a big plan I've got for the final week- glee-ality obvs- and I really need an answer, so go check it out. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter! Don't forget to review!

Also, when there's a -, that means it's moving to a different conversation. Just thought I'd clarify that. x

The final ten arrive on set and everyone is buzzing. After getting a taste of what fame felt like, they felt as though this week would be a lot easier. Chatting excitedly, they made their way to costume, where there was rack upon rack of brightly coloured clothing, accessories draping over their hangers. Underneath each hanger was a pair of shoes (or, in the case of Chesney and Jaia, a pair of lethal weapons). Each outfit was labelled with a scribbled nametag, and was sealed by a transparent back. And all Pierce, Ollie, Jack, Ace, West, Emily, Cindy, Jaia, Chesney and Penny could do was stand in awe, dying for someone else to end the awkwardness and make the first move.

Jack stepped forward.

But stepped back as soon as Erik walzed in with a bagel in one hand and a dozen to-go cups of coffee in the other.

"Take one and pass it on kids, 'cause it's gonna be a very long day"

"This week, we wanted you to show us how bold you can be." Erik walked up and down the line of nervous contestants, scrutinizing them as he spoke, trying to pick out some sense of weakness. Very few kept their cool as he stared them in the eye. "One major thing that all divas have is a sense of fearless style, and that is what we've tasked you with this week. Each of you is wearing something which, in one way or another, is out of your comfort zone. For some of you, it's simply the height of your shoes or the accesorries you've been equipt with. For others, it's a complete re-vamp of your style, unlike anything you'd ever wear. Tight dresses, short skirts, bright blazers or flamboyant florals, you need to pull it off and not look like an idiot. Because, if you can't, then you don't know what fearlessness really means. My advice to you: Be confident. Without that, you'll never make it in this business and you'll be out the door before you can even say anything otherwise. Go change, then you'll be walking the red carpet, so be prepared. Off you go" After a moment of hesitation, everyone hurries off the the changing room, grabbing their hangers from the rack.

"God, he needs to lighten up! This is Diva week, not freakin' army camp!" Cindy whispers to Penny as they pick up their shoes from the floor.

"Ugh, I know." Penny nods in agreement and follows her into the changing room, closing her cubicle curtain quickly.

"Dude, I've got a scarf, I'M WEARING A SCARF!" Ace complains to West, flapping the scarf around in his hand like it's on fire.

"Man, you've got it easy. I'm gonna look like a unicorn just shat rainbows on me" West sighs, gesturing to his bright yellow trousers. Ace shrugs as they continue to make their way towards the guys changing rooms. He stops and nudges West.

"Hey, you know what looks like it really got shat on by a unicorn? THIS SCARF. And you know who gets to wear this piece of crap?"

"You?"

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!"

"Dude, keep your voice down, I think the people in Australia can here you."

"I am so pumped for this week!" Jaia says to Pierce as they casually pick up their costumes from the racks, sipping their coffees. Pierce looks his costume up and down simply, not even mentioning the Kurt Hummel style blazer that's making him cringe.

"Really?" Pierce asks, glugging down another gulp of his drink. Jaia nods.

"Totally. I mean, I won the homework assignment, have a killer outfit, some literally KILLER shoes. Seriously, those shoes could actually kill me. But you know what? It'd be worth it." The pair laugh and neither of them can deny how right it feels. As they approach the changing room, they stop and look at each other.

"Seriously babe, you could wear a bin bag and still work it." Pierce says flirtatiously, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Wait... I thought you said you were straight!" Jaia jokes, giggling. Pierce kisses her on the cheek and they part their seperate ways. As Pierce turns into the guys block of cubicles, he chokes back his laughter as he sees Jack's outfit.

However bad my outfit is, Pierce thinks, That tops it.

"You know what, I might go ask for some white Darren Criss sunglasses to go with this" Jack revealed as he rolled up his jacket sleeves.

"Dude, usually I don't like to get into this kind of stuff 'cause it's your decision, but hear me out on this: Don't." Pierce stated, slipping his blazer on over his black top and jeans before sitting down to lace up his doc martin boots. Ollie pulled his curtain open and stepped out, examining himself in the mirror.

"Seriously guys, I look like the douche Michael Weisman played in that short film Skidaddle" Ollie complained, turning round to look at himself from almost every angle.

"Hey, you could look worse, you could look like me." Jack acknowledges, and Ollie turns around and bursts out laughing.

"HOW DID I MISS THAT!?" He splutters, pointing at Jack and laughing. Jack jumps down off the chair he was standing on and folds his arms.

"Is somebody having a tantrum?" Pierce mocks, ruffling Jack's hair and getting a slap for it.

"No, I am NOT having a tantrum." Jack denies, grumbling away to himself. Ollie's grin widens.

"Really, because from here, someone looks like they got a case of the frownies." West grins, pulling a stupid face.

"Now you need to turn dat frown upside down and get your ass on that catwalk now mother fudger." Ollie responds, clicking his fingers in a Z motion.

"Wow, someone got some SASSS" West gawks, doing the diva finger wiggle. Pierce just sits back and watches, highly amused.

"Just remember to SNAP YO FINGERS IN A ZED MOTION, BITCH." Ace cries, pouncing out from his cubicle and tackling West to the floor. Then Jack jumps up and begins belting out the sassiest tune of all time.

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T"

"Find out what it means to me!"

"R-E-S-P-EEE-C-T"

"TAKE CARE OF TCP"

"OWWWWWWWWWWWW"

"Oh god." Chesney gasps, covering her ears in horror. Penny springs out of her cubicle, concerned.

"What is it, are you okay?" She asks, arms on Chesney's shoulders, trying to calm her down. Chesney raises a shaking finger and points to the wall in front of her.

"Just... listen." She whimpers, face full of fear.

"GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO- WEST, GET OFF MY LEG!"

"YOU SAID TO GIVE IT TO YOU!" They hear West protest.

"OH MY GOD, ITS THE SONG YOU DUMBASS BUTTRUMPET"

"Oh god." Penny says, mirroring Chesney's expression from moments before.

"IT HAS BEGUN!" Cindy shouts from her cubicle.

"If any of us survive this shoot, I'll be shocked." Jaia jokes, and everyone nods because she's absolutely right.

None of them stand a chance.

Eventually, everyone is ready to start the shoot. Their first shot is a cat-walk, where there will be flashing lights and shouting, like paparazzi. The group get into a straight line, Jaia at the front and Chesney at the back. They hear the clapperboard and Erik shout 'action' then the chorus music starts. Jaia confidently struts down the catwalk and back with no problem, despite how high her heals are. After her is Jack, who sassily follows her lead, making the mentors laugh. After that, Emily, Ace and West go and do their part well. Cindy watches West, her heart pounding as she prepares to go out. She pulls down her skirt and wipes her sweaty palms onto the fabric, trying to control her breathing. West glides past her and she nervously totters out, feeling extremely self-concious in her skin-tight skirt and revealing top. The music cuts out for the first time in the shoot, and Erik sighs, clambering up onto the platform and over to Cindy.

"Right, Cindy, we need to see you be confident. You look too awkward" Erik orders, and Cindy bravely nods, resisting the temptation to wail 'IT'S BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD!' And storm out. She shakes herself out and, embarrassed, goes back to the starting point. Then, she does the same thing all over again.

"Penny, LIP SYNC!" Zach cries in frustration. They've been going for four hours now and are on the third to final shot, where they're dancing to the chorus. So far, almost everything's been going horribly wrong. Chesney's fallen over in her heels three times, Ollie's stepped on Emily's dress train repeatedly, so much that he had to be moved behind Jaia so he had nothing to tred on, Cindy's been being dreadfully awkward, and each time, either Pierce, Ollie, Cindy, Chesney or Penny have mucked up the moves one way or another. Only Emily, Jaia and Jack are yet to make a mistake.

"Did you guys practise this at all?" The choreographer asks, fuming. Everyone begins to talk at the same time, nodding and shouting at the top of their lungs. "QUIET!" He roars, people jumping in fear. "I am so disappointed. Almost all of you are getting something wrong because you didn't prepare. Now do it from the top again, without any mistakes this time." Everyone runs to their places, their hearts pumping with fear.

"Who knew Zach Woodlee could be so f*cking terrifying" Pierce mumbles to Jack, who nods in agreement.

Penny gets ready for her big solo. She gingerly places her hand on her hip and puts her other hand up to the sky. Everyone's watching her as they stand in the hallway set. The other nine are in their positions. She takes a deep breath.

"Action"

"Since fifteen in my stilletos I've been struttin' this stage

What's your age? Thats the question they ask when I-"

"Cut." Erik shouts, his voice flat, drained of all emotion. Seven hours is a lot of time. "Penny, I need more attitude, sell it to me." Penny nods and tries again. And again. On her forth attempt, she gets what Erik calls 'an average breakthrough' and can stop. She watches how confident the homework winner Jaia is as she delivers her line, slowly snaking down to the floor, outstretching her hand straight to camera and slowly working her way up to place her hands on her hips. Erik claps and moves on to get the camera in position for Ace's part which he does amazingly well, then Emily follows it up with one of the best performances of the night, despite being uncomfortable in such a girly dress.

Looks like everybody wins, everyone except for me.