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My God, I thought, I love my job, but it's so damn lonely…

"Magnus, Magnus- for God's sake respond- MAGNUS!"

"WHAAAT?" I responded. Jordon. Again. RRR. Evil Managers.

"Magnus, baby, you need to go back in the studio, stop being such a Drama Queen,

and record that new single! And You need to have it done, like, last month. The fans will mob the poor studio, if you don't."

I knew that Jordon was horrified- looking as I emerged out of the shadows- smoking a lit cigarette and grinning- "Jordon, honey, I am THE ARTIST, it will get done when it's worthy of releasing."

"But why isn't it worthy of being released now?"

"IDK, it just lack something." * Shrug * and I took yet another pull off my cigarette.
"Magnus- I do not wanna see your sparkling behind until this thing is done. And it needs to be done now!"

I moped my way back to the studio- cool, bad boy kind of moping.

Picked up my coffee- mocha chino, of course- and reviewed the lyrics I had written.

Listened to the demo again- GOD DID THAT THING SUCK. Normally, my work is *awesome*, don't get me wrong, but that thing sucked. Lacked energy, emotion, ANYTHING.

I wandered around the studio building- a room had been left open- and there was a demo, sitting out.

I recognized the name of the artist- no way, he did not record here. Insert sarcastic, yet real fan"girl" squeal The newest R &B prince recorded here- don't get me wrong, he was established- but he was also mysterious. No one had ever even seen him- just albums, no public appearances, no parties, no E! segments. Just speculation. Pure, unadulterated speculation. Shit!

Footsteps echoing down the corridor. OUCH! Quiet Magnus, no need to freak out after bumping your arm on the sound board. After that, I tried to fade into the shadows.

A lone person walked in- blue sapphire eyes, curly black hair- a bit long. He was medium thin- and I got the feeling that he was muscular. (Feeling meaning I couldn't actually tell because of the horrid formerly- black bag on his body that some people dare to call a sweater) Yep, tre haut. Unfortunately, he kept looking around- for people watching him. Like me. Crap.

Finally, after about five minutes, he started warm ups. I listened- God did he have a wide range- just barely chipping into bass, covering baritone and tenor, and then… he opened his mouth- and my jaw dropped, right near onto the ground. Falsetto- he can sing in a falsetto. Not only that, but his falsetto is right up there with Frankie Vallie's or Michael Jackson's. I was basking in the glorious heaven of that sound.

And then he really started singing- not just warm ups, but the serious stuff. Suddenly, right during the bridge of the song- he ripped off his earphones and held them in his hands. Sitting down on the studio floor, (*Ahem* it's most unworthy floor) he held his head in his hands- muttering, "It's no use. Just bad. BAD BAD BAD.

I can't take it anymore. Just can't. There's something wrong. The beat, or the meter or… or… j-just t-th-the meaning. "

Then he looked up- and those blue eyes were centered on me. Shit. What am I going to do now? So, I stepped out into the light- and he stepped out of the recording studio.

"Um… haven't I seen you before?"

"Probably. Magnus, by the way. And you are?..."

"A-Alec. Alec Lightwood."

"Mhm. Nice sound you're working here."

A pinkish twinge arose in his cheeks.

"Um… Thanks."

What I thought might turn out to be an awkward stare-and- stutter fest turned out to be short. Unbeknownst to me, a slightly tall well built blond man had entered the room. Huh. So Alec had actually been trying to stare over my shoulder for a reason. I faded into the background as much as possible. * Invisible*

"Jace, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Alec, sweetheart, we need to get a move on that album of yours. You do remember, don't you?"

"Album?"
"Yeah. That album. The one that everyone in the music biz is waiting for…"

"Oh. I haven't finished it yet. Something's wrong, just- just hollow sounding."

"How can an album like yours be hollow? Snort. You usually give me gold, solid G-O-L-D- but this time- we need diamond. DIAMOND. Get it?"

"Yup." The boy-no, man- Alec- sighed.

Suddenly, I hated Blondie with a vengeance. A vengeance. He was too damn pushy, even for a manager, especially for a sweet guy like Alec, he was just too much.

Alec stared at his manager for a moment. His eyes shone- sad, beautiful, and heartbroken. He loved Jace.

"Fine," Alec whispered, "but it might not turn out like you want it to."

"Yeah, bro, I know. I know. Just get it done."

"Don't call me bro, please."

"Alec, we've been friends for years, and since when do you care?"

Wow. Alec, Bad taste. As far as the asshole scale was concerned- he scored a perfect ten. Purely perfect. Ugh.

That thought was punctuated by Blondie slamming the door in Alec's face and leaving.

Alec collapsed against a wall, not knowing what to do.

He sighed and buried his head in his hands.

I sank down beside him, and gently touched his arm. "Hey."

He looked up at me, quiet eyes spread wide with shock.

"W-Who are you, again? And w-why are you here?"
"Magnus, Magnus Bane. I work in the studio two hallways down from here."

"Oh."

"So you've heard of me?" C'mon, Alec darling, at least give me a little hope.

"Um, Izzy- my sister- might have mentioned your name. She muttered the word 'magic' but it didn't really make much sense."

"Hmm… Magic is the name of my newest album.- and I'm a pop icon, sweetie, that's probably why the name is familiar to you."

"Um…" (His face glowed a bright red- oh, I was going to have to keep this one. Innocent, adorable and talented.)

"So what's up with Blondie back there?"

"He's my best friend, and…my manager…and… my adopted brother. .."
"And you have a thing for him?"

Alec's jaw dropped towards the floor.

"Um…"

"Honey, blonds aren't always more fun, and after seeing you two go at it like an episode of Family Feud on acid, I'd say Blondie doesn't really get how you feel. Besides, you look like you could use a good time. "

"Um…"

I couldn't help it- I laughed… and he just grew redder and redder.

"Look, if you ever want to just talk- or something- I'm down, two hallways over. 'Kay?" I admit that I barely knew the guy- not at all, actually, and that I do not just get "friendly" with everybody, but this boy was just too good to pass up.

I patted his shoulder, and stood up. I strutted coolly back to my studio, and sat down on the stool by the desk I'd put into the room next to it that was originally a storage closet.

My pen just touched the paper- and I started to write- oh- anything that came to mind. That came to mind about him.