AN: This is my new story guyssss. It's called Eminence and I really like it so far. Idk about you guys. :) Enjoy. :D


"Clary! Time for school, honey!" My mom calls out jubilantly from the kitchen. I groan and toss my apple core in the trash.

"Coming, Mom!" I sigh and run towards the door. My phone beeps with a text alert. It's from Izzy.

Where the fuck are you? Get your ass to school, Fray!

I roll my eyes at Isabelle's excessive use of profane language.

"Clary!" My dad calls this time. His black eyes show up right in front of me and he smiles warmly.

"There you are," he says, sighing. "Let's go before your mom throws a bitch fit."

"I heard that!" My mom yells from the kitchen.

"It's okay, Dad. You don't have to drive me today. I'll walk today. It's really no trouble."

"Oh," he drawls out in understanding. "Okay." He kisses the top of my head.

"Have a nice day in school," my mom calls out.

"Where's Jon?"

"Dammit," my dad curses. "Jonathan! Get your lazy ass down here!"

Jonathan groans and yells back, "I'm not going to school today, Dad! I'm touring this week, remember?"

My father sighs, annoyed.

"You're still in that stupid band?"

"Dad," Jon starts, coming down the stairs. "It's not stupid if it's world famous."

My brother and a bunch of his idiot friends created a band about 3 years ago called the Alicante Shadowhunters. I have no idea how they came up with the name, but in the space of 3 years, they've become world famous and have a fanbase the size of the sun.

Jon's eyes train on me.

"Hey, Clary," he grins. "How would you feel if I offered you an opportunity to become famous?"

I snort and roll my eyes.

"As in?"

"Lead singer for the Alicante Shadowhunters?"

My jaw drops.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Jordan switched to bass and we have no lead singer anymore. And you know how amazing you are at singing."

I start blushing profusely.

"I'm not that good." I say.

My brother rolls his eyes.

"Honestly? You're pretty amazing."

I smile.

"But my voice isn't rock enough," I say, quietly.

"You'll be fine. And besides, our band does need some... female appeal."

I laugh and I nod.

"Okay, why not?"

"And you're already friends with, like, everyone in the band. You're perfect for the job."

I text Izzy.

Skipping school. Audition for AS! :D See you later. Tell Si as well.

~C

"DAD!" I yell.

"You're still here?" He yells back.

"Can I join a band?"

"Hell no!"

"Thank youuuu! I love you!"

I run out of the mansion, Jonathan on my tail.

"So where do you guys practice?" I say as I get into Jon's car and he pulls out of our circle driveway.

"A studio," Jon replies , nonchalant.

"What studio?"

"The one on Richmond Avenue."

"Ohhh," I say in understanding. "Are we late or early?"

"Really early," he parks in a small parking lot.

We both get out of the car and walk towards the studio.

"I have to interview and audition you first," my brother smirks knowingly.

Jonathan leads me upstairs and sits on a sofa like he owns the place, which he probably does.

"So, what do you want me to sing?"

"Hmmm," he ponders on this. "Anything you want. It has to be rock though."

I settle on one of Alicante Shadowhunters' own songs: If You Can't Hang. (AN: This song is actually by Sleeping With Sirens but I need rock songs sooooo. Yeah)

I finish the song and Jonathan's mouth is wide open.

"Wow, sis. I had no idea you could sing like that. You're in."

"Jon!" A deep, loud voice calls.

"Jace! I found our new lead singer!"

"Really? Who-" Jace walks into the room, his golden hair in his golden eyes. His eyes train on me and he grins.

"Carrot Top? You got your sister?"

"Have you heard her voice? She's really good, dude."

"Lemme judge that for myself." Jace sits next to my brother.

"Wait until the rest of the guys are here. You know she actually listens to our music?"

Jace turns to face me again and I can't get over his beautiful facial features. Sure, we've talked, like, 5 times. He knows me, I know him.

"Really?"

I find myself blushing.

"It's not bad," I explain.

"Huh," he grins. "That's new news."

Just then, three other guys walk in. One looks like he's of Asian ethnicity and has black hair and pretty dark brown eyes. His features are incredibly angular, but in a good way. This one's pretty tall. His name's Sebastian. His sister, Aline, is one of my good friends. One of them is tanned, probably mixed, and has light brown hair as well as hazel eyes. He's really tall as well. This is Jordan. The other one is pretty short, a couple inches taller than me, and looks to be from a Latin American family. His eyes have a reddish tint, probably contacts, and his hair is a really dark shade of black, if that even makes sense. This one is Raphael.

They all spot me at the same time.

"CLARY!" They yell and engulf me with hugs. I chuckle. I've known these idiots as long as my brother has. They're all just like my brothers. Apart from Jace. For as long as I can remember, Jace has teased me to no end. Giving me ridiculous nicknames and making fun of my hair. Don't even get me started on my height. I'm at a comfortable 5'3 right now and I'm not growing any taller.

"Hey, guys," I manage to choke out. They let go, noticing that I'm suffocating in their embrace.

"What're you doing here, Clary?" Jordan asks. "You haven't come to one of our practices in years."

"You're looking at our new lead singer, Kyle," Jon stands up and places his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you serious?" Raphael exclaims in sync with Sebastian. They both have monster grins on their faces.

"That's great!" Jordan's eyes are as wide as his smile.

"Let's hear you sing," they all sit down and watch me as I pull the microphone to my mouth.

The music starts and my voice carries.

Met a girl at seventeen
Thought she meant the world to me,
So I gave her everything,
She turned out to be a cheat
Said she'd been thinking for a long time
And she found somebody new
I've been thinking that this whole time

I watch as their mouths drop open. Jonathan just grins.

Well I never thought you'd stay
That's okay
I hope he takes your filthy heart
And then he throws you away some day
Before you go, there's one thing you oughta know

If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door

I don't wanna take your precious time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don't wanna take up all your time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

You're the lowest type
You're the lowest

I met a girl stuck in her ways
She found a boy she knew she'd change
I changed my clothes, my hair, my face
To watch us go our separate ways
She said we've grown apart for some time
But then she found somebody new
I hope Mr. Right puts up with all the bullshit that you do

Stay the hell away,
While I sit here by myself
And figure out how I got this way
Before you go, there's one thing you oughta know

If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door, baby
If you can't hang then, there's the door

I don't wanna take your precious time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don't wanna take up all your time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

I don't want to get things confused
She said she'd never settle for some boy she couldn't use
So now I gotta call the doctor
So he can prescribe me medication
So I can deal with all the memories of being here this way

I met a girl at twenty-three
Knew she meant the world to me,
So I gave her everything,
And she did the same for me

Imagine that!
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty face
No you're such a pretty, pretty face
Woah, oh yeah...
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty face
No you're such a pretty, pretty face

I don't wanna take your precious time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don't wanna take up all your time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

Would you please stay and come inside, baby
Would you please stay and please be mine, baby
Would you please stay and come inside, baby
Would you please stay and please be mine?

The music finished and they're all standing up and clapping. I laugh and bow melodramatically. This is the beginning of your new life, Clary.


AN: So... whatcha guys think? Please review, favorite, follow, and all that jazz. :)