"In other news, the hot show American Idol is holding auditions right here in Brooklyn-"
Isabelle's jaw dropped. American Idol? Right here in her own backyard? Oh, there is no way she can't try out.
"Alec! You going to try out with me!" she cried, grabbing Alec's arm.
"Try out with you for what?" Alec asked, not paying attention to the newscast or his sister reading some book Isabelle didn't recognize. She glimpsed a bit of the title and the first letter of the author as Alec brushed off her hands. Something Angel by someone whose name started with a C.
"For American Idol, duh!"
Alec stared at her for a moment in disbelief. "You want me to try out with American Idol with you?"
"Yes! I can't go by myself! You have to try out too, if only to make me feel better."
"Isabelle-"
"I'll make Jace try out too."
Alec groaned, shutting his book. Isabelle glanced at the title. Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare. "But I can't sing!"
"Of course you can sing! You're a Lightwood! Besides, I need moral support." Isabelle mentally giggled evilly as she put on her best puppy-dog face on the outside. Alec had never watched Idol so he didn't know they let family and friends tag along anyway.
Alec groaned again. "Fine!"
"Thank you thank you thank you!" she squealed and hugged his neck before running up to her room to text her friends about it.
Alec sighed. This wasn't going to be fun.
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Alec, Isabelle, and Jace were sitting in the waiting room for American Idol with a bunch of other hopefuls. Alec rolled his eyes at each contestant who came through with a golden ticket screaming their head off. The ones who came out crying and cussing, he sort of felt sorry for. Well, the crying ones anyway. He turned to talk to Jace when he realized Jace's chair was empty. He turned to ask Izzy where he went, but her chair was empty too. "What the…?" He looked around the room and finally spotted them. Jace was flirting with a short red-headed girl while Isabelle was flirting with the red-head's friend. The friend looked torn between accepting Isabelle's advances and beating the shit out of Jace (or at least trying to) for flirting with the red-head. Alec shook his head and decided to look around at the 'competition'.
In one corner, there was a good looking dark-haired guy flirting with a bunch of girls (A/N aka, Jonathan Morgenstern). There was also a girl wearing a shirt that said Whatever doesn't kill me - better start running had her nose in a book few seats up and over from Alec (A/N Maia). Another girl, this one Asian, was surrounded by boys in another corner (Aline).
Suddenly someone sat in the seat Isabelle had previously been occupying. He turned to tell whoever it was to beat it and then he stopped short. The guy that had sat next to him was reading a magazine with iPod earplugs in his ears, had onyx hair styled in spikes, cat-like green eyes, was tall and thin with colorful clothes, and dusted with a layer of glitter. If all that wasn't enough to catch Alec's attention, the boy was hot! The comment he was about snap at him died in his throat as his jaw dropped and he stared.
The sparkly boy glanced up from his magazine and smirked. "See something you like?"
Alec's eyes drop, embarrassed. "S-sorry." he stuttered.
"Don't be." the guy said, shutting his magazine and pulling out his earplugs. "This is the third time I've read this magazine since I got here. I needed someone to talk to. I'm Magnus, by the way." Magnus said, holding out his hand.
Alec shook it. "Alec."
"So, Alec, you don't seem like the type to try out for this kind of thing. Let me guess - either a dare or a sibling or friend forced you to come."
"Yeah, my sister, Isabelle."
Magnus grinned triumphantly. "I knew it. What song are you going to sing?"
"I'm going to sing-"
"ALEC!" Isabelle yelled, suddenly appearing on the other side of Alec. "It's your turn!"