It's Just Your Song

No way are you going to back down now Clary, you are going to win this thing, even if he said you couldn't, Clary thought to herself as she stood behind the curtain, waiting for her name to be called.

It was torture, waiting like this, but she had to, people had to go before her.

Sighing, she looked down at the sheet of paper before her; it was coved with words written in pencil. Words she'd written for him and now here she was, about to expose the most secret of part of her to the entire world.

It's not the entire world, just a few hundred thousand people, no biggie, she thought to herself, but every time she imagined the crowd she was about to perform to, her hands shook uncontrollably.

"Chill dude, any more shaking and you'll become a maraca," someone said from behind her. She turned and saw a girl with inky black hair and coal black eyes.

Isabelle Lightwood, her best friend.

"I'm just nervous Iz," she said, barely able to keep her voice sounding normal.

"Chill, it's just Jace your singing to."

"That's the problem, if it wasn't him I could deal." She said, choking back a sob. In theory, she couldn't wait to sing for Jace, to let him know how much she loved him, but in reality, Clary could barely even stutter out a word.

While Jace was one of her closer friends, she still had trouble even thinking about liking him.

But it was true, the crush on Jace had snuck up on her one day and now had lodged itself in her heart and stubbornly refused to go away.

Now was the time to tell him, with this song.

"Is there a Fray? A Clary Fray here?" Said the stage manager from somewhere behind her.

"I'm here," she said.

"Then go on up," The Stage manager said and pushed her forward.

"I-I-" She began but Isabelle cut her off.

"No. You are going up there Clary, the angel help me," Isabelle said and gave Clary a push.

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The lights on the stage were harsh, shining directly in Clary's eyes.

She looked up to face the massive crowd of people looking at her with curious eyes.

"Ok, time to show us what you've got Clarissa." Said a voice form somewhere in the crowd. She assumed it might have been the MC of the night.

She began.

I told you no

When you said go

I said goodbye

To your hello

With all these contradictions,

I couldn't find a place

To figure out what I felt

But one day it hit me,

just like a speeding train

How could I explain

The love you've infected me with?

Now that I know,

Exactly what I feel

The facts of the matter/ burning on my skin

Your electric touch/another thing I crave

I love your laugh

And live for those smiles.

And when it hit me,

Just like a speeding train

How could I explain,

The love you've infected me with?

Now go say you feel the same

(feel the same)

And I'll leave with a smile

But if you go and contradict

This one that I know

I'll be forced to write emo poetry

just like the other girls you know.

So say you feel

(Say you feel)

Say you feel the same

(feel the same)

Don't leave me waiting in the cold

Just when it hit me

Like a speeding train

How can I explain,

The love you've infected me with?

Clary let the words pour out, filling them with every single ounce of love she could. The song itself was upbeat and bouncy, the kind that was always played over the radio.

She'd chosen one like this over the sappy slow song because this was really how she felt about Jace; it was the poppy song on the radio, the one that people just couldn't stop singing.

Just like she couldn't stop loving him.

As the music faded, she hoped he'd gotten the message. It might not have been obvious, but she made it as clear as she dared to.

Looking up into the crowd, she welcomed their applause. It felt like they were encouraging her to go and tell Jace.

And in those delirious moments of applause, she felt she could.

XxxxlinexxxX

"That was AMAZING Clary," Isabelle said excitedly as Clary walked off stage. She was still euphoric after the performance and her smile felt glued to her face.

"I know." She gushed.

"Now he has to get the hint already. If he doesn't, then I'm sure going to have to kick him or something. That boy will come around." Isabelle said, putting an arm around Clary's shoulders.

"He better," she muttered, feeling a bout of nervousness.

Had he even got the message?

"Come on, let's go and find out," Isabelle said and dragged Clary out of the studio and back to her car.

Clary let out a string of protests, but Isabelle ignored them.

"Clary, don't wimp out now, singing that song is only half of it and I'll be damned if you back out now."

She saw no point in arguing after that. Isabelle always got her way.

XxxxlinexxxX

"Okay, we're here, no backing out now."

"I know Iz, but really, do I have to do this?"

"Yes, Jace may be your best friend, but he's still a guy. You need to spell it out for him."

"But-"

"No buts. Go there in and tell him or do I have to drag you and ruin your make up?"

The threat was enough to get her moving, but actually knocking on his door took a moment longer.

Part of her was sure this was a bad idea, but as Isabelle had said, she'd already started this with her song and Clary knew she had to finish it.

So she knocked on the door.

XxxxlinexxxX

Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own. Phew…that was hard to say….BUT I FREXING OWN THE LYRICS! Those are mine. ALL MINE. I just can't lay claim to the characters.

A/N: So…..you like it?

Short, but whatever, this is THE START of something. I have no idea where this is going, but it's damn well going somewhere.

Well whatever, I don't think it'll be long, but what do you lot think? I've had this sitting around for ages and I wanted to post it sometime.

On another note, if you liked this, then so have a look at Lost In Clare, my other MI fic. It involves:

-Pretending to be a prophet

-Sarcasm

And more….

So, will you have a look?

But you know, if you review here, you'll get a cookie.

Or something…

-Flymetothatmoon XD