A/N: New story! So this is a new realm for me. Normally I write fairly stereotypical Malec stories, but this one is definitely different. I've done quite a bit of research, but I will continue to do research on the topic. I got this idea after listening to Hedwig and Sissy that Walk (I blame my siblings). Hopefully every chapter I will recommend a song, whether it has to do with the chapter or if I listened to it while I was writing it. I hope you all enjoy!

Song for this chapter: You and I by Lady Gaga

Disclaimer: (This one is looong):

-Cassie Clare for characters

-Rick Riordan for a cameo of one of his characters and an idea

-Lady Gaga for song lyrics

- Aqua (I can't remember the rest of her name right now) for a certain aspect of a performer's appearance

-HIYIM for the drink

Chapter 1
Alec's phone was playing #SELFIE, which only meant one thing: Izzy was calling. Looking back on it he shouldn't have made that her ringtone, but she had been so pissed when she found out it was hilarious. Except it was 7:00. In the morning. And regardless that Alec actually was a morning person he did not want his morning coffee interrupted by that. He sighed and unlocked his phone to take the call. "What is it Izzy?"
"OH MY GOD YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!"
Alec held his phone out far away from his ear so as not to risk anymore damage to his ear. He smiled slightly at his younger sister's enthusiasm. "What?"
"So you know how for my final project I had to pick some kind of fashion field and find a mentor or whatever?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I just checked my email and Magnus Bane agreed to it!"
Alec furrowed his eyebrows. "And he would be?"
He heard Isabelle gasp over the phone. "Only one of the most up and coming designers."
Alec smiled. "I'm glad for you Izzy."
"It's going to be great! Hey, I'm suppose to meet him at this club tonight. Do you want to come along? I can text Jace and ask him too."
Alec sighed and looked down at his coffee as if asking for guidance. "I guess."
He heard Izzy squeal. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Why is he having you meet him at a club," asked Alec as an afterthought.
"He works there part time and he has a shift tonight."
"I thought you said he was a major designer or something?"
"I said up and coming. He isn't exactly rolling in money at this point in time. Personally I think he just needs a really good show and his career could be made."
"Okay. If Jace says yes I can swing by his apartment and bring him over to yours."
There was a pause and Alec could picture Isabelle rolling her eyes. "It's not his apartment. In fact Tessa and Will are coming back soon and then he'll have to go back to living with you. I swear sometimes you wouldn't know they were brothers."
Alec laughed. "I better go Iz. I have to take pictures today."
"What is it today?"
Alec searched his table for the sticky note with the address. "It's an event to promote the arts for kids in schools. Some of the organizers are going to pose as 'statutes'."
Isabelle made a sound of disgust. "I don't think I could pose for that long. Have fun and see you tonight!"
"I will." Alec hung up and sighed before collecting his camera and heading out the door, coffee in hand.
-o-O-o-
The crisp mid September air whipped around Alec's face and he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. He smiled as he watched small children stare at the "statutes" in awe. Alec had to admit they looked convincing. There were currently five statutes lined up in front of the building. A coppery girl was posed brushing her hair. An alabaster couple was entangled in a sweet embrace. A bronze man was hailing a taxi. A silver coated girl was looking up towards the sky.
Alec smiled and began taking pictures of the people as well as the crowds fascinated stares. He was amazed at the models ability to hold a pose, but he was a bit unnerved by their eyes. They were the only part of the models' appearance that was "human". A golden girl walked up towards the silver one and posed so that she was standing regal like a goddess. The silver girl unfroze and stretched her neck. "Thanks Rachel!"
"Hey, could I ask you some questions," asked Alec.
The girl turned and smiled at him. "Sure can we go to this diner I know? I'm starving."
Alec grinned. "Sure."
-o-O-o-
"What's your name?"
The silver girl looked up from her menu. "Clary Fray. You?"
"Alec Lightwood, I'm from The Institute Chronicles. I wanted to ask you some questions about the fund raiser you were doing."
Clary's face lit up. "It's nice for our program to get some recognition. We do this twice a month to raise money for art programs in schools so they can continue running their programs."
Alec took some notes. "So are you an artist?"
A blonde approached the table with a smile. "Hi Clary, who's this?"
"Kaelie, this is Alec. Alec, Kaelie."
"Nice to meet you," said Alec.
"You too. What can I get for you both?"
"I'll have the biggest chocolate milk shake you can make and a stack of pancakes," said Clary.
"Same thing," Alec replied tersely.
Kaelie left, taking the menus with her. "So are you an artist," Alec asked again.
"I am, among other things. Most of my time is spent on art, but about four to six months a year I work as a stylist for my friend. He's a designer. Compared to other stylists I do less work, but he can always use the extra help when busy and he likes a second opinion."
Alec scribbled some notes hastily in a note book. "This may be a stupid question, but like a hair stylist or something else?"
"Oh that's not stupid at all. I'm more of like a second in command. I help find models, help decide which looks go in a show and makeup and hair. I actually don't know why it's called a stylist."
Kaelie came back with two huge milk shakes and stacks of pancakes. "Call me if you need something!"
"We sure will," replied Clary.
Alec took a sip of his shake and sighed at the rush of sugar. "How long have you been a part of this program?"
Clary was pouring syrup in an intricate pattern over her flapjacks. "Since I was eighteen. I've had a lot of fun and have made some friends on the way. There's this one boy, Julian, who has some amazing work. I know I shouldn't have favorites, but he reminds me of myself at his age."
"Your program does some direct work with kids?"
"Yeah, every summer we hold a workshop in the community building. The money we're raising today is going towards it."
Alec paused in his pancake eating to take a few more notes. "One more thing, can you write down the names of the other members who were out there today?"
"Of course." Clary took the pen he offered and wrote several names with a flourish.
Alec looked it over and nodded. "Thank you for your time."
Clary grinned. "Anytime."
Alec dropped some money on the table and headed back out to the cool air.
-o-O-o-
Alec was looking over some of the pictures he had taken when his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Alec, where are you? Did you already forget?"
Alec looked at his clock and saw it read 10:37. He sighed. "Technically Iz we never set a time."
There was a pause. "Okay you win. Can you meet me at my place and then we can head over. Jace is already here-"
"Hi Alec!"
Alec laughed. "Alright, I'll see you then."
-o-O-o
"Your fashion guy works here," said Alec in disbelieve.
The club was lit outside by an old neon sign stating "Pandemonium" and the windows were blacked out. Isabelle nodded. "Yeah. He said he'd meet us after the show. He works backstage."
"Oh," stated Alec.
"You would think a fashion designer would do makeup or something," commented Jace.
"The performers do their own makeup," said Isabelle.
Jace opened the door to the club. "Then what does he do backstage?"
Isabelle thought for a bit. "I don't know. He didn't elaborate."
Jace skipped over the threshold and wiggled his fingers menacingly. "Ooo a mystery."
The moment they entered the club they were blasted with Blondie. "Of all things..." muttered Isabelle.
"Your designer," reminded Jace.
"If he does backstage work why can't you go back there now," asked Alec.
"He said no one is allowed backstage until the last number. The moment that performer is off stage he said it would be alright for us to head back there," explained Isabelle. "I'm getting a drink. You two want one?"
"You pick," said Jace.
"I'll pass," Alec said a bit too loudly to be heard over the music.
"Suit yourself brother dear," replied Isabelle before walking away towards the bar.
"What kind of designer works here," said Jace gesturing to the woman singing a cover of one of Blondie's songs on stage.
"What are you getting at," asked Alec.
Jace shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know her outfit is a bit...much. And honestly I haven't seen that much makeup on one person since I saw Lady Gaga's picture for Applause."
The woman ended her song and the few patrons clapped. "Well she's on a stage, maybe it's stage makeup," suggested Alec.
"I do theatre. That's not stage makeup," argued Jace.
"That's because you only do plays. Try a musical for once in your life."
Isabelle came back with a fruity pink drink in a tall glass and a glass of scotch. She passed the tall glass to Jace and took a sip of her scotch.
"What the hell is this," asked Jace as he analyzed the foreign alcohol.
"No idea. I asked the bartender for the most obnoxious drink they had," replied Isabelle with an innocent smile.
"And for the final performance of the night I give you our very own the Magnificent Miss M!" A slightly techno beat started and the performer sauntered on to stage.
"Should I even be drinking this," asked Jace as he poked the swirly straw in the glass. "And a swirly straw. A swirly. straw."
Alec raised an eyebrow. "Do you really need to complain? She did exactly what you wanted."
"Would it help if I tried it," offered Isabelle.
"Maybe," mumbled Jace.
Isabelle took the drink and took a sip. "It's a Robin Scherbatsky."
"A what," asked Alec.
"A Robin Scherbatsky. It's from How I Met Your Mother."
Jace and Alec gave her confused looks.
"I was watching it with Simon. Hey now it's even more funny he gave that to you since I have a scotch," pointed out Isabelle.
The music got louder and the performer on stage yelled. "Put your drinks up!"
Isabelle cheered and raised her glass while Jace continued to sulk. "Oh where's your fun?"
"At the corner of f' my life and why am I friends with you," muttered Jace.
Isabelle wrapped an arm around him. "I'll leave the screwing to your next girlfriend, but your parents always left you with us because you were a terror. You became one with the Lightwood clan."
"She's kinda right. Mom had to explain to me that you weren't actually my brother when I was seven," added Alec.
Jace beamed. "We Herondales do make an impression. Everyone wants to be one."
"Well between your ego and Will's there isn't much room left for me and Isabelle, let alone Cecily," quipped Alec.
The performer jumped off the stage and on to the club floor. "Well this is fun," said Isabelle with a smile.
"What," said Alec trying to look around Jace's head.
"She's off stage now. Hey look she's coming over her," squealed Isabelle.
The Magnificent Miss M was indeed heading their way. Specifically Alec's. He could now get a clear view of the performer and he was...confused.
She had long aqua colored hair and was wearing a leather tank top, short shorts, garters and sky high leather boots with tall stiletto heels. Not to mention her breasts, which were actually globes each filled with water and containing a fish. She approached Alec and straddled his waist, continuing to sing. "I'm a New York woman, born to run you down. So have my lipstick all over your face." She leaned forward and kissed Alec. Leaving him stunned she continued to sing.
"What the hell just happened," asked Jace.
"I have no idea," said Alec horsely.
Isabelle rummaged through her purse and pulled out a Kleenex. "Take this."
"Why," asked Alec.
She pulled out her compact and opened it so Alec could look in the small mirror. Smeared across Alec's lips and a small part of his cheek was the blue lipstick the performer had been wearing. "Damn," he muttered and started to rub it off vigorously.
The Magnificent Miss M walked back on to the stage for the last verse. "It's been a long time since I came around.
Been a long time but I'm back in town." She turned around to saunter off, but turned her head to look back at the audience. "This time I'm not leaving without you." She winked at Alec and walked back off stage.
Isabelle stood up. "I'll go pay for the drinks and then we can head back and talk with Magnus."
Jace stood up as well. "I'll go with you so I can get a proper drink." He playfully glared at Isabelle.
"What am I going to do? Just wait," asked Alec.
Isabelle put her compact back in her clutch. "Why don't you go backstage and grab Magnus?"
Alec blew some of his bangs away from his face. "Fine." He left his seat and walked to the far side of the club where a door marked 'BACKSTAGE' was labeled. He turned the knob and walked through carefully. The first door on his right was ajar so he decide to go in and ask the occupant if they knew where Magnus was. He slightly opened the door and the performer who had assaulted his mouth was in there undressing. Alec blushed a deep red. "I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry. It's just my sister told me to come back here and look for Magnus Bane."
The performer smiled as he took off his aqua wig. "You're speaking to him. What do you need blue eyes?"

A/N: This one is really different for me. If anyone knows more about drag or if I got something wrong feel free to PM. Updates for this story will probably be about once a month, but it will be updated. I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to follow, favorite and review!