AN: I know this has been done before, but give me a chance...

"And now, give it up for Traveling Statement, with their versions of Feel This Moment, Timber, Payphone, Scream and Shout, and more!" The announcer's voice filled the stadium, which was crammed with thousands of fans. The three stood just out of view of the crowd, waiting for the countdown. The announcer's voice faded away, and the lights dimmed. A man with a headset stood in view of the three, and started counting backwards from ten. At "one", the first stepped into the path of the spotlights, which followed him until he reached the center of the stage. He paused a moment, letting the cameras focus on his face. The crowd erupted into cheers of 'Raphael!', and then the music started.

Raphael was dressed in a black suit with a grey tie, sunglasses perched on his head, and the small headset that amplified his voice. He was standing in the only spotlight on the stage, the rest of the lights in the stadium dimmed. The beginning music to Feel This Moment pounded from the speakers, and Raphael started singing, causing every girl in the stadium to start screaming even louder. "Ask for money, and get advice. Ask for advice, and get money twice. I'm from the dirty, but that chico nice. You call it a moment; I call it life." Then a female voice broke in, seeming to come from all directions, since she was invisible in the darkness. On the second line, a second spotlight came in, revealing her to be a few feet away from Raphael.

Isabelle was in a floor length glittery gold dress, belting out the Christina Aguilera part in the song. She strutted around to the other side of Raphael, walking perfectly in her seven inch heels, her long black hair flowing and speckled with gold glitter, and a small gold star painted next to her left eye. The slow music continued, with Isabelle walking slowly towards the crowd when she sang, stopping when Raphael sang, when he would walk over to where she was and twirl her.

When the beat with no singing kicked in, she ripped off her gold dress, first the skirt, then top, revealing a black short skirt, and a gray with gold bikini top. She and Raphael did a few quick dance moves, and when the singing started up again, a second voice joined Raphael, and the third member of Traveling Statement joined them on stage; Jace. They continued the rest of the song like this, and at the end, when Isabelle did her solo before the end, the two guys lifted her up onto their shoulders, and the second before the song ended, she hopped off, and they posed before the lights cut out again.

They hurried off the stage to go change for the next song, congratulating each other before going into their dressing rooms. This was life for Traveling Statement.

Isabelle's POV:

After we got to the tour bus, barely avoiding all the crazed fans, we all collapsed. It was close to midnight, and we had been performing for the past three hours, but Jace still had enough energy to annoy Raphael and me. No surprise there. He draped his leather jacket (that he was known for) on my bed, then purposely went and got a bottle of cold water, went up to Raphael, and said with a smirk, "You look kinda tired. This'll wake you up, though, don't worry!" And he dumped the entire bottle over Raphael's head. I'm not going to be surprised when the police find Jace's body in a ditch. Raphael slowly pushed his wet hair out of his eyes, and then grabbed a bottle of red Gatorade, "Preparese para morir, mi amigo." Prepare to die, my friend. I should've gotten out of there, but I was interested to see who would win. So, Raphael opened it, and threw it at Jace, staining his white t-shirt pink, along with a big part of the carpet. I really didn't want for us to have the carpet replaced, again, so I shouted, "Okay, will you two just stop? It'll come out of your paycheck to have the carpet replaced, Raphael, and Jace, get your jacket off my bed before I decide to throw it out of the window."

Both of the boys, near soaking wet, turned towards me. They looked at each other, and then grabbed another bottle of water each. Oh crap. I only had time to jump to Jace's bed when Raphael threw the bottle, open, at me. Jace didn't, only because it was his bed, but I still got soaked. I slowly turned to them, Jace looking in horror at his bed, which was as wet as I was, and Raphael, who was smirking, "Uh oh, Izzy's maaaad now…"

I grabbed one of Jace's comic books, rolled it up, and started smacking Raphael, "This *thump* outfit *smack*, was (Ow, Izzy, I get it!), DESIGNER. You owe me so *hit* freaking *slap* bad."

Raphael ran away from me, hiding behind Jace, "Ay, chica loca, take Jace instead, I'm too pretty to die!" Ouch, crazy girl. He pushed Jace forward, and laughed as he jumped to his own bed.

Then the bus pulled over. "Oh crap. If we need a sacrifice, I volunteer Raphael." Jace said. Jace quickly sat down in front of his bed, using a comic book to hide the cherry colored stain on his shirt. Raphael jumped to the couch, trying to fix his wet hair, while I looked down at my wet outfit. I ran to close the mini-fridge, now near empty, and then ducked behind my bed so that they wouldn't see my outfit.

I had barely gotten behind my bed when Alec and Magnus came in. We're screwed. Alec scowled at the bright red stain on the carpet, and the empty water bottles, and the way that Jace and Alec were drenched. He asked with a sigh, "Do I want to know what happened?" Raphael muttered something about, "Fue culpa de la rubia. . ." It was the blonde's fault, Jace pretended to keep reading, and I poked my head up. "Nope," I squeaked.

Alec looked to each of us, "So, Jace, instead, why don't you tell me why the comic book you're reading is upside down, and why you're shirt is half pink; Raphael, you can explain the empty water bottles and stain on the carpet, and Izzy, I'll leave Magnus to deal with you." Magnus was fuming after catching a glimpse of my sodden outfit, and practically had steam coming out of his ears. "Isabelle Lightwood, explain why your designer, two hundred dollar, outfit is wet."

"You know," I said shakily, "I think that falls under the category of 'Raphael's fault'." Magnus stomped behind the bed, looking at the full extent of the damage. He growled in frustration, looking like a feral cat with his feline contacts. Honestly, it was hard to take Magnus seriously because of the way he dresses, like now: today, he had his black hair gelled up into five points, covered in purple glitter, had elastic, purple, glittery pants, a lilac button down shirt that had a stuck up collar, and, yes, pink glitter on the sleeves, topping it off with cat contacts, amethyst eye shadow, and violet eye liner. When he turned around to go lecture the guys about the importance of designer clothes, I stuck my tongue out at Raphael. He looked ready to murder me, but Magnus was between us, so I was safe. He glared at me for a few more seconds, then gave up and started laughing.

Alec looked at him, "What is so funny, Raphael Santiago?"

Raphael put on his innocent look, and replied naively, "The fact that you two are now starting to call us by our full names."

Alec clenched his fists, and then stormed back to the front, where he started the bus up again. Magnus glared at us before prancing after Alec; in case you haven't figured it out, Alec was our bus driver, and Magnus served as the Head Chaperone of Hair, Clothes, and Make-Up. Every performance we had to bribe him so we wouldn't go onstage covered in glitter. We all sighed in relief, and then started picking up our mess. Raphael picked up all of the bottles, and Jace had just shouted, "I call the shower-" When I ran past him into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I shouted out, "Ha! Ladies first, blondie!"

Jace let out a groan, then teased, "If that's true, then why do you get to go first?! If anything, that means Raphael gets first dibs…" I heard a loud thump, and Jace yelled out in pain.

I turned on the shower ignoring them. Even though people say it's all hard to be in the singing or dancing business, it's not that bad when you practice all of your stuff before going on tour, like we do, then you get to goof off on the road between performances. And you get paid a lot.

Clary POV:

I sat in the passenger seat of Simon's car as he drove me to school. My mom would personally hunt down and murder any other guy who offered me a ride to school, but Simon had been my best friend since we started school in kindergarten.

"Thanks again for driving me to school, Simon." I said, to break the silence.

He looked at me, and then cracked up laughing, "Why so serious? I drive you to school, like, everyday!"

I let out a frustrated growl, "God, Simon, I was just trying to be polite!"

"Wow, you're right! If Clary Fray is being polite, I better enjoy it while it lasts!" He joked, rolling his eyes, "Clary, you're always polite. Loosen up a little."

I smacked his arm, and then cracked up laughing, "Ugh, you're right, I'm turning into you." Before he could reply, I turned on the radio full blast.

Blurred Lines happened to be on, and Simon reached over and changed the station, his cheeks flushed, "Clary, there are easier ways to hurt your ears. You know, like chopping them off. God knows I can't stand that song!"

I laughed, "I don't run the radio stations, it's not my fault!"

Whatever song that had been on the new station had just ended, changing into the radio hosts offering another giveaway, "Ooooh, shut up, Simon, I like these giveaways!"

He looked confused, "I wasn't even talking-"

"Shut up! One time I won a gift card to Hot Topic from here!" I turned up the radio again, listening to see if it was anything good.

The cheerful radio hosts' voice came on, "Hey, everyone, today we have two tickets available to Traveling Statement's concert! Call in when the next song starts, and caller twenty seven will win. The number is 312-589-5040, now call in, and good luck!" (AN: I really hope that isn't someone's actual phone number… :/ )

Simon looked at me, hopeful, "It would be cool just to say we went to it… They are the next big singing group…"

I stared him down, then gave in and pulled out my phone, dialed in the number, and waited for the song to start. When it did, I waited a second, and then pressed 'call'. It rang a few times, and then actually went through!

The familiar radio hosts' voice came through, "And we have our lucky caller number twenty seven! What's you're name?"

I sat there stunned, "Crap, I actually got through? Uh, Clarissa Fray…" And that's how I made a fool of myself on the public radio.

The host let out a laugh, and then said, "All right, Clarissa, you can come down and get the tickets later, okay? I'm assuming you have school right now."

"Yeah, I'm already probably gonna be in trouble at home when I show up with hundred dollar tickets; skipping school wouldn't help…"

The announcer laughed, and then continued, "Actually, Clarissa, these are probably more around two hundred; they are front row."

If not for us arriving at school that very moment, I probably would've embarrassed myself even further, so I just said, "Uh, at school. I need to go…"

The host continued to laugh on the radio after I hung up, and I raised my eyebrows at Simon.

He just looked at me, surprised, "Well, that was interesting. Now, however, back to our normal school life." He flashed me a smile, and then came around to my side of the car, opening the door for me.

I smiled back, getting out, and then asked, "So, I'm hoping you are free Friday night, because I happen to have an extra ticket…"

He shoved me playfully, and then we walked towards the high school, Idris High, now having something to look forward to.

The rest of the school day dragged on, but eventually it was over, and Simon and I drove over to the radio station, which happened to be all the way across town. I called my mom, and nervously said, "Hi, mom. Um, I'll be a little late coming home… Yeah, I won something else from the radio station… What is it? Uh, it's tickets to Traveling Statement… Yeah, Simon and I are planning to go… Okay, bye, mom."

I sighed, leaning back into the car seat. Simon raised an eyebrow, and I said, "Yeah, she's letting me go."

"Okay, I might be wrong, but usuallyit's a good thing when you're mom lets you go to a concert…" He said in confusion, although he was smirking.

I gave him an annoyed glare, "It is, but she won't leave me alone about how I'm always hanging out with you."

He laughed, knowing how my mom loves to complain about near everything that causes me to be even a minute late. "We could do what they did in the Yoplait Swapportunity commercial, you know, get one of the popular girls to come over to your house, dressed in one of their slutty outfits, say their your new best friend… She won't question me again."

I laughed, turning up the radio, "That would go well… Especially knowing my mom." We got to the radio station pretty fast, and then rushed home, that way my mom would be in a better mood. Simon was holding the tickets, which were a silvery color, and reflected rainbow colors in the sun. "Wow, Clary," he said, admiring the tickets, "I need to tune into that station more often…"

I opened the door slowly, knowing my mom didn't like a lot of noise. "Hey, mom, I'm home!" I said.

"I'm here, too, Mrs. Fray." Simon muttered, giving me a fake glare for not announcing him.

"Oh yeah, Simon's here." I said, smiling at him.

He smiled back, "Thank you for properly introducing me, finally."

I play shoved him, walking into the living room to see my mom painting. "Hey, Clary. Hi, Simon."

"Mom, so tomorrow, we're probably gonna head straight to Java Jones before the concert, and don't expect me home before midnight." The concert started at nine, was two hours long, but had an hour afterwards for autographs and souvenir buying.

My mom sighed, "Fine. Simon, if you two stay out past 12:30, it's on your head."

Simon gaped, then said, "'K, Mrs. Fray…"

I laughed at him, then waved bye over my shoulder as I headed to my room. I could here his exasperated sigh, then him walking to the door. I flopped onto my bed, put on my Beats, and started sketching the silvery tickets. Tomorrow would be fun.

Next day, after school:

I was going through my closet, looking for something simple for the concert. I flung away an old shirt, a skirt I would never wear, and more. I eventually decided on jean short shorts, which, on the right leg of the front, was covered in gold studs, black boots, and a dark green flowing shirt that had open shoulders. I put my hair back into a low ponytail, and added a little mascara. After thirty minutes of getting ready, I finally came out of my room. Simon had been waiting for me in the living room for the whole thirty minutes, and was clearly ready to go.

"Now can we go? I really need some coffee…" Simon said, already heading for the front door. Yeah, I decided I needed to stop at home after all, so we were already running behind.

"Bye, mom!" I called over my shoulder. We rushed out of the apartment building, knowing that my mom has a tendency to change her mind. Very quickly. We got in Simon's car, swiftly pulling away from the curb. We listened to the radio the whole way, which was playing a few of Traveling Statement's songs. We pulled into Java Jones, Simon exaggeratedly opening the door for me, bowing, and saying in a fake British accent, "After you, my lady."

I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not some helpless maiden from your fantasy games."

He scoffed at me, "Fine, you're right... You can pay for our coffee, then."

I hit him playfully in the arm, and then walked up to the counter, "One tall Mocha Frappuccino, and, Simon, what'd you want again? Oh yeah, and one Caramel Latte." We got our coffee to go, getting back in the car.

"So, tell me again, Clary, why we had to leave so early for the concert; it doesn't start for, like, thirty minutes?"

"Because," I said between sips of my frappuccino, "we want to beat all of the crazed fans."

Simon raised an eyebrow, "And we're not crazed fans?"

"No, crazed fans are the people who try and mob the tour bus; we are there for the experience of going to a concert. Besides, most fans know the singers' birthdays, address', pets' names, etcetera, while we barely know their first names: Raphael, Jace, and Isabelle. See the difference?"
He rolled his eyes at me, "I'm sure you're just there for the two guy singers."

"Naw, that's as stupid as you going for the girl singer." I said teasingly.

We arrived at the concert place pretty soon. It was in a big stadium, with a stage facing half of it. It was huge, and that half that was facing the stage could easily fit thousands of people. Simon whistled, "Wow." They had already started letting people in, but barely.

We stood in line for about five minutes, since we already had our tickets, and a security guard led us to the front, which was roped off, handed us V.I.P. passes, and left us. We were right in front of the stage, "Wow is right."

I looked back at the rest of the stadium, which was filling up fast. In five minutes all of the seats were full. Everyone in the stadium was murmuring excitedly, drowning out every other noise. I had to yell to talk to Simon, who was standing next to me.

"Simon! When do you think they're going to start?" I called out over the drone of voices.

"I don't know! I hope soon, I can't listen to the crazed fans any longer!" He called back, smirking.

I smiled at him, "Yeah, I know, right?" Just then the announcer's voice came over the speakers, making everyone in the stadium temporarily shut up.

"Traveling Statement will be performing in a few minutes, get ready!" This erupted cheers from everyone, including me and Simon. Sure enough, music started playing, and the lights dimmed. One of the guys started singing, Jace, I think, and even though he was barely a silhouette, every girl in the stadium started screaming. Simon made exaggerated gestures, covering his ears and glaring at the general stadium. I laughed, and even though I doubt he heard me, he got the idea and smirked.

The stage suddenly lit up, revealing Jace standing there in a torn white t-shirt and scuffed up jeans singing to Payphone, originally by Maroon 5. Isabelle and Raphael were on stage, too, dancing with the background dancers. Isabelle danced the whole song, but Raphael stepped in when the rapping part came up.

Towards the end, when Jace was the only one singing, Raphael and Isabelle walked along the edge of the stage, reaching down and, like, high-fiving the fans. I never understood that. I caught Simon's eye as they were coming near our area. He shrugged his shoulders at me and mouthed 'Why not?', even though he was smirking. Isabelle came by first, smiling at the general audience. Simon reached up for her hand and tapped it, getting her attention. She looked amused, and looked down at Simon, and he mouthed 'Call me'. She just kept smiling and moved down the stage.

I glared at Simon, and he laughed at me. I smiled back, rolling my eyes at him, and playfully hit him in the arm. Raphael was coming near us, and I leaned in Simon's ear, so he'd here me, and asked, "You gonna ask him, too?"

Simon rolled his eyes at me, and playfully shoved me away. I wasn't prepared, and actually fell. I flailed back, and Simon caught me, right in time to the song. He pulled me back up, again in time to the beat, and the momentum caused me to fall against him. I pulled back, brushing myself off. Raphael, who had been going near our area of the stage, saw that and grinned.

I noticed that people around us had noticed it too, and one girl, who had obviously had too much to drink, called out, 'Lovebirds!', although it was barely audible over the screaming fans. I was about to flip the girl off, but then, to my horror, I realized we were on the kiss cam. And almost everyone in the stadium had realized it, too. The performers didn't falter, but everyone in the stadium had started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

With the music still blaring, first of all I looked around to figure out where the camera was, flipped it off, which got everyone in the stadium laughing, then leaned forward and kissed Simon. He relaxed after a second, and then kissed me back.

Everyone who was paying attention to the kiss cam cheered. But we were still on the camera. I really didn't like being the center of attention, so I mouthed to Simon, "I'll be back", then pushed past the other people in the front row, and headed for the bathrooms. The song ended as I was leaving the row, the announcer saying Traveling Statement would be back in five minutes for 'Timber'. That gave me enough time.

I opened the heavy door to the bathroom, gratefully noticing it was empty. Of course. No girl wanted to miss seeing Jace or Raphael. I went to the long line of sinks, fixing my hair in the mirror. I added some more mascara, a little gold eye shadow, and then I heard the door open. I ignored it, until I saw it wasn't a girl, it was a big guy, who looked drunk. He slurred out, "You looked a like quite the kissa' on the kiss cam, girly."

I turned around, looking for a way out, but he had the exit blocked. He sauntered forward, knowing I was trapped. I felt my heart beating faster, looking for a way out. Maybe I could push past him, he looked pretty drunk. I ran forward, trying to push him out of the way, but he stopped me, pinning me against the wall.

No matter how weak it was, I knew I had to try and scream to get someone's attention. "Let go of me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Simon, help!" Even though I knew it was a long shot, I had to try. He grinned down on me (he was probably nine inches taller than me), and said, still slurred, "I like 'em feisty…"

Then the door opened, and an accented voice said, "Hello? Is someone in here? I thought I heard a scream."

We were unfortunately hidden around the corner, so I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand, so it came out muffled. I bit down, hard, on his fingers, and he cursed, "Stupid bitch!" And he slammed me down against the hard marble countertop of the sink, my head taking the worst of it. I let out a scream, but from pain, and the man ran out, pushing past whoever had heard my scream.

My vision was blacking out, and I thought airily, "I must have hit my head harder than I thought…" Then a blurry figure came around the corner, and let out a gasp at seeing me. I hesitantly raised my hand to the back of my head, and it came away sticky with blood. I frowned at my bloody fingers, "Ow."

I tried to stand up, but the world tilted around me, and I ended falling back down. The figure cursed in another language, Spanish, maybe, and called out for someone, but I didn't catch the name. He came forward, tentatively helping me to my feet. He told me something, but I didn't hear it, and just stood there, trying not to fall as the floor seemed to lurch around me. Then my vision blacked out all the way.