Hey everyone. It's Me! I feel I've hit a big deadend with my stories at the moment, so I've decided to go ahead and start a new one. With Baddass Clary!

Now, the song is the amazing Evanescence's Good Enough. I love it! Inspiration for this story- How We Roll, Loick Essien.

He was just a model. An Abercrombie Model, to be fair, but he wasn't an actor. So he had no idea why he had been dragged to some studio by his agent with the promise of something that would increase his popularity tenfold. There were cables everywhere, and cameras scattered around the huge interior space, with huge lamps directing light onto a stage located directly opposite him. People in dark clothes were scurrying around with various props, items of clothing and pieces of equipment.

A man with a mustache that looked like he had a small hamster growing on his lip directed him to a small dressing room where a young, pretty makeup artist was waiting for him. She applied a subtle layer of makeup to his already perfect face and left, not before slipping a sheet of paper with her phone number on into his pocket. A costume was hanging on the back of the door, and as he shrugged into it, he once again wondered what the hell he was doing here.

There was a knock on the door, and man with a headset stuck his thin face around the door.

"Mr Herondale? We're ready for you."

Someone must have told them he played the piano, because the man shoved a piece of sheet music into his hands. He was directed to sit an old grand piano, and told that whatever she did, just play the music. He tested the tune, and found it easy to pick up. In all fairness, he knew the song very well, especially since its airplay had quadrupled since singer/ songwriter Clarissa Morgenstern had performed a cover version for her new album.

Action was called. The camera was on him.

He started to play the long introduction, listening to the sounds of the orchestra behind him.

Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.

It was her. Clarissa Morgenstern. He was playing and performing in a music video for Clarissa Morgenstern.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...

The bench next to him moved as she sat there, resting her head lightly on his shoulder. Her hair was tickling his neck, she was so close.

Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.

Her voice was in his ear, sweet and passionate. It had body and soul that spoke to the very depths of his heart, yet couldn't ever imagine feelings of love for hearing pouring from him, the boy too destroyed to love. Yet her presence alone was so soothing to his destroyed heart that he realised that soul - that life itself was like a harmony, sometimes sacrifices had to be made in order to maintain the sweet, sweet music.

Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you,
And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel...

Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.

She was on the other side of the piano now, looking straight at him, her green eyes glowering under their smoky lids, her fiery ringlets falling around her elfin face perfectly.

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?

She was beautiful, he could comprehend that, but he didn't like beautiful girls. He liked the tall ones with long supple legs and stick thin bodies with decently sized breasts that were at least size C or above. He liked the models he worked with, picture perfect girls that weren't dangerous like Clarissa Morgenstern.

So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.

And then it was over. She was gone, her flowing black dress following her, and her fiery locks his last view of her, the girl on fire, the dangerously beautiful beast that had crushed many a mans heart and then chewed him to ruin.

Oh yes, Clarissa Morgenstern was dangerous.

And she was his sister's best friend.

And she had been in love with him, like every other girl.

And he broke her heart, like every other girl.

And she hated him.

No other girl ever hated him with the poison she did.

Two weeks later, he was driving in his car when the song came on. It brought back memories of that day, sitting at that worn old piano that looked like it should never sound vaguely tuned, yet it was. He remembered a flash of fire, icy green that swallowed him whole and hated him with every fibre of their being.

Clarissa Morgenstern wasn't like any other girl. She did cry for days when he destroyed her, but after that, instead of begging him to even consider her, she built walls so thick that he thought she was going to suffocate under them.

But when the mask fell away, all people saw was a new girl, one that didn't let life push her over and walk on her in its high heeled boots. It was then she ditched painting for singing, canvas for stage. She took the school, the city, and then the world by storm. She did it without batting an eyelid. She stopped wearing innocent dresses and regulation length skirts, and started wearing leather and dark makeup that at first made her look like a panda, but then, as she got used to applying it, just made her look deadly.

And she was. She shredded boys hearts the way he shredded girls, but more with a more ruthless distaste that made him wonder if she had a heart since he'd handed hers back to her like a discarded plaything. She was untouchable, and everyone knew it. no one bothered Clarissa Morgenstern. No one.

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