Oh gosh. Call me crazy, but I'm starting a new fanfic! :D

It's going to be kind of experimental, because I'm not sure if the plot will be too confusing. I always say I love reviews, but I really need them this time, so I can know how to go about writing this story. If anything is too confusing, or I didn't write it correctly, just let me know, and I will either clarify or fix it.

This story will basically deal with the characters of the Infernal Devices, but I might add a couple OC characters in, and you'll figure out why once you read it.

Hopefully you like it! :)

Spaghetti

I've never acted before. So what was I doing at a casting audition for the main character in the upcoming movie, Clockwork Angel, a movie about a female warlock shapeshifter who falls in love with two Shadowhunter boys, who are also best friends?

Oh, that's right. There was that lady at Target.

It had just been a normal day in New York. I was at Target, shopping for some household supplies for my family. Walking down the main aisle, a woman, dressed in a business suit, her hair tied up in a bun, approached me.

"Hi," she greeted me, "I couldn't help but notice you. The way you walk, how you look. Have you ever done any acting before?"

"No," I replied, nervous. It's not anyday that you get approached like this is the middle of Target, "I haven't."

She held out her hand, "Marissa Sterling. I work for Clockwork Films."

I shook her hand, "Tessa. Tessa Gray. Nice to meet you."

"Tessa," she mused, "What a wonderful name!"

"Oh, thank you," I replied, and she smiled.

"You probably aren't aware of this, but we are in the process of choosing the cast for a new movie, Clockwork Angel. It is the first of a trilogy," she said, and searched through her purse for something, "I usually don't do this, but I think you would be such a great fit for the female protagonist, as long as you can decently act, that I want you to come audition for the part."

She handed me her business card, "Just give me a call if you decide to audition.

Taking the card, I said, "Thank you. I most likely will think about it."

"That's great. I hope to get a call from you."

"Well, I'd better go now," I said, and she gave me a little wave as I walked away.

That night, I researched is Marissa Sterling was in fact, who she said she was. The search turned up positive. She was, in fact, the casting director for Clockwork Films and there was an online notice about calling her if you wanted to audition.

I took out her business card, and dialed the number.

"Hello? You've reached Marissa Sterling," she answered.

"Hi Marissa? This is Tessa Gray, the girl you met at Target." I replied, feeling slightly awkward.

"Tessa? Oh, hi darling! I trust you have decided you want to audition?"

"Yes, I would love to,"

"Great! We are having a first come, first serve audition next Wednesday," she told me, and I jotted that down on a sticky note, as well as the time and address she gave me, "You don't need to bring anything special, don't worry."

"Thank you for all the information," I replied, after she finished.

"No problem. I will see you there!" she exclaimed, before the line went dead.

So that's how I ended up here. As I walk into the building with the a dress that she told me, I know for certain that I am in the right place. The waiting room is filled with teenage girls, about my age.

I sign my name on the list, and sit down in an empty chair. There is a snack table on one side of the room, filled with trays of pasta, desserts, fruit, things like that. Feeling hungry, I go to get a quick snack. There are probably five or so auditions before mine, anyway.

Taking a plate, I notice a group of girls huddled around a boy, who is spooning himself some spaghetti onto his plate. They are all squealing, and asking for his autograph. He places his plate down, and backs out of the mass, probably so he doesn't feel so squished, and he signs each of the girls wrists with a sharpie.

He must be an actor in the movie, I realize. He picks up his plate of spaghetti, and I hear him say, "I've got to go now. Good luck at your auditions."

There is a chorus of squeals, and he takes a few steps backward. When I try to move out of the way, he suddenly spins around, and takes a step forward, not noticing me. He crashes into me, and the plate of spaghetti he was holding spills all down the front of my shirt.

"Oh my gosh," he exclaims, "I am so sorry!"

I brush off some of the spaghetti from my front, and it splatters to the ground, "It's okay, but my white shirt will never be the same."

Some of the girls whom he had given his autograph notice the scene that we are in. And they start taking pictures and videos.

"Not again," the boy groans, and he grabs my wrist, pulling me through the doors that lead into the audition room. He pulls me into a bathroom, and surveys the damage done.

"I am really sorry," he repeats, looking embarrassed, "Do you want to try and clean it off with water?"

I look into his eyes, which are a really nice shade of blue, for some sign that he is joking. He must not have done much laundry in his life. Tomato sauce stains, and it's hard to get out.

"You're kidding, right?" I ask, and he looks suprised.

"What do you mean?" he replied, almost looking flustered.

As he gazes at me, I admire his looks. He has curling black hair, and crystal blue eyes, which is a startling combination. He's a few inches taller than me, and he's quite muscular, but not bulky or anything. He's just right.

"It's almost impossible to get tomato sauce stains out," I information him.

"Oh. Well...then do you want my shirt?" he asks.

Laughing, I reply, "Was this whole thing a ploy to let me see your chest?"

He smiles, and I notice that his teeth are perfectly straight, and a pearly white, "No, but if you want, I can show you. And don't worry about me having to go around bare chested, making all the girls faint. I have an undershirt on."

He has a slight drawing diction, and he emphasizes the vowels in words. Welsh, maybe?

"Fine. Give me your shirt," I say, and he starts to unbutton the front.

"By the way, I'm Will Herondale. I don't think I told you that yet." he mentions, pulling off the shirt and handing to to me.

Buttoning it over my ruined shirt, I reply, "I'm Tessa Gray, and I'm auditioning for the female lead, or that's what I was told."

"Really? Then I guess I will be there for your audition. I'm doing a cold run with all the auditioners of that part."

"Who are you playing?" I ask, as I roll up the sleeves. The whole shirt is baggy on me, but over my jean shorts, it looks stylish.

"I'm playing one of the Shadowhunter boys," he replies, "I can put in a good word for you, if you'd like."

"No, that's okay. I've never even had any acting experience before. I highly doubt I'll get the part."

He lets out a small gasp, "How were you able to come here, then? Did you sneak in?"

I laugh, "No, I met a lady named Marissa Sterling at Target, and she asked me to come audition."

"Wow. If she asked you, that means she can see real talent in you. She almost never does that, and when she does, they almost always get the part," Will says.

As I fix my hair in the mirror, I say, "Well, that's good to hear. We'd better go back out there. They might be wondering where we are."

"Probably not. I don't have to be there until they finish with the other female part auditions, so you don't either," he states, "But we should go out in case someone need to use the bathroom."

"Yeah," I agree, and he holds the door open for me. As we make our way back to the waiting room, we run into Marissa.

"Tessa! So glad to see you! And I see you've met Will. Excuse me for asking, but why are you wearing his shirt?" she exclaims, confusion clouding her face.

"We had a mishap with some spaghetti, " I reply, and Will chuckles.

Marissa nods, then turns to Will, "Where have you been? We couldn't find you, so we had to have Jem do the cold run with the auditioners!"

"Sorry. I was helping her with her shirt," he apologizes, "Are all the auditions for the female lead over?"

"I'm afraid so, except Tessa's. Come with me, you can do the cold run with her. I think Jem is getting a bit bored," she leads us to the audition room, where there are a few chairs at a table, and a clear space to do the audition.

She sits down in one of the chairs, "We're just going to ask you a couple questions, them have you read some lines."

"How old are you?" a man, who tells me he is the producer, asks.

"I'm seventeen, and I'm a junior at NYHS, New York High School." I reply, and a teenage boy, who has silver hair and eyes, grins.

"Do you have any acting experience?" he asks, and I notice that he is quite slender, and has sort of a fragile look to him.

"No, I dont," I state, and Marissa speaks up.

"Even if she doesn't, I want you guys to have a optimistic attitude towards her. I feel that she would be a very good fit for the part." she announces.

The man agrees, as does the silver boy, and they hand me a piece of paper, with lines on it. They tell me that we can start the cold run whenever we are ready.

I look over the lines, taking a deep breath, and stripping myself on any fear or nervousness.

"You ready?" Will nudges me after awhile.

"I think so. I mean, yes, I'm ready." I reply, and Marissa gives us the okay to start.

We do a scene where Will has just found me in the bedroom of my kidnappers, and he rescues me. Even though I've never acted, I start to get really into it, and I feel the words pouring from my mouth natually.

When we finish, there is a round of applause, and a whispering discussion between Marissa, the man, and the silver boy.

After a little while, they all look up at me, but the man is the only one to talk.

"We don't usually do this, but your chemistry with Will, as well as your talent, is spectacular. We want to offer you the role right now."

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