Alec heads into his office with Magnus following him. Since Magnus has worked at the Bourbon the longest, Alec had trust in him more than anybody else. It never bothered him Magnus always follows him or takes four-hour naps in his office. Other than that, Magnus enjoyed Alec's company and excuses for not really working.

In his office, Alec sat at his desk going over some paperwork while Magnus turns on the TV. "It was actually sweet of you to give that redhead the job," Magnus tells him. "At first, I heard gingers were soulless, but she is a real kitten."

"She's just lucky that Beth quit," his boss smirks as he skims through the papers on his desk. "You think Jace likes her?"

Magnus looks up at him and nodded. "Well his eyes seemed to dilate when she had her back turned to him. So your sister's coming?"

Before Alec could say anything, Magnus flipped the channel to the news where a press conference was taking place. It was about the campaign for Mayor Valentine Morgenstern. The campaign manager speaks, "A year ago, people asked whose campaign I would throw my financial support behind and I knew there was only one man on the ticket that could restore the city to its original glory. Ladies and gentlemen, Mayor Valentine Morgenstern!"

Upon hearing his name, Alec mumbles, "Until he stops with these taxes, he can suck my balls."

"Until I get to run naked all over Hollywood Boulevard without getting arrested, he can eat my ass," Magnus Bane added.

After he said that, Alec raises his eyebrows. "You were drunk, right?" He asked his friend.

Magnus turns to him and stutters, "Uh . . . yeah, let's, um, go with that."

"Thank you." Mayor Morgenstern says. "Couldn't have done it without you, Doug. Thank you, Los Angeles. You know, Doug Flintlock here well, he just leaned into my ear and he said, 'Mike, l have kids. Teenagers. And these days, I'm scared for them. We need to clean up this city.' Well, I can tell you that I, for one, am not scared for our city's children. And that's because I have a secret weapon. My rock. My soul mate. And the best darn wife any man could hope to have. Please welcome my wife, Jocelyn Morgenstern!"

The crowd applauded once again as the mayor's wife comes up to the stage. "Oh, thank you. Today, the city of Los Angeles gets a twofer! Tomorrow, as part of my "Clean Up The Strip" initiative we start to make this city safe again for our young people."

For a second, Magnus studies the face of Jocelyn Morgenstern. "She looks familiar to me, this woman." He tells Alec, who begins pouring beer into two cups for him and Magnus. "She looks eerily familiar."

"Magnus, you've probably popped something on your ass that resembles her," Alec mutters.

"I shouldn't have thought so." Magnus snorts as Alec sits down next to him on the couch. "That's all cleared up nicely, thank you very much."

Once Alec was down pouring the drinks, he admits to Magnus, "I actually knew that woman. She and Isabelle were best friends since they were in fourth grade . . . but they both changed."

"Wow." Magnus gasped at what Alec had revealed to him. Only knowing Alec for about three years, Magnus knew that his relationship with his sister, Izzy wasn't exactly the Marcia-Greg Brady relationship. Alec rarely talks about his past or Isabelle so it was always a surprise for Magnus to learn little by little details of Alec Lightwood.

"Now look at her." Magnus points to the TV. "Married to a man who looks like he's been hibernating in Margaret Thatcher's bumhole."

Alec stares at the TV for a moment. "What happens to people?" He asked his friend.

The brunette with thick eyeliner shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know, Alexander. Suppose they get corrupted and seduced by the Man, get old and bitter and run for mayor. Or they run a club, live the rock 'n' roll dream and get old and bitter that way. Here's to rock 'n' roll." He holds up his drink to his boss.

"To rock 'n' roll," Alec repeated as he and Magnus drink up.

During Jace's break, Jace and Clary stopped by a record store. As they roamed through the aisles, they often caught a glimpse of them staring at each other.

"I cannot believe that I'm working at The Bourbon." Clary brags to the tall blonde. "Thank you so much."

"Don't even mention it." Jace thought to himself of how he loved how perky Clary was. He noticed how red her hair was and her smile made his stomach twist in a knot

Clary notices an album of the Shadowhunters. "Oh, my God! Shadowhunters Live at The Bourbon. Hands down, favorite record ever."

"Me too. I would've killed to be at that concert. That record really changed my life."

Jace: Bought a beat-up six string

In a secondhand store

Didn't know how to play it

But I knew for sure

That one guitar

Felt good in my hands

Didn't take long

To understand

Just one guitar

Slung way down low

Was a one-way ticket

Only one way to go

So l started rockin'

Rockin'

Ain't never gonna stop

No

Gotta keep on rockin'

Rockin'

Someday I'm gonna make it to the top

And sing

Back at Alec's office, Magnus and Alec continued drinking.

Alec and Magnus: I love rock 'n' roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock 'n' roll

So come and take your time

And dance with me

Jace: In a town with no name

In a heavy downpour

Thought l passed my own shadow

By the backstage door

Like a trip through the past

To that day in the rain

And that one guitar

Made my whole life change

Alec and Magnus: And we'll be movin' on and singin'

That same old song

Yeah, with me

Singin'

Jace: And be a jukebox hero

Alec and Magnus: So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

Jace: I'm a jukebox hero

Alec and Magnus: So come and take your time

And dance with me

Jace: Just-a one guitar

All: Jukebox hero

Clary: Got stars in my eyes

Jace: I'm just a jukebox hero

Clary: Ah, ah, ah

Jace: Jukebox hero (Stars, stars)

All: I love rock 'n' roll

Jace: Jukebox hero

Clary: Stars, stars

Magnus and Alec: So come and take your time

And dance with me

All: Stars in our eyes

I love rock 'n' roll!

In the heat of the moment, Jace was face to face with Clary with only six inches of space between them. After a moment passed, Clary backs away.

During this, in Alec's office, Alec realized that Magnus was in his arms, but he was dipping him. They both awkwardly pull away from each other and turn their attention to other things.

"The problem is, I think I'll only ever be good on a jukebox." Jace Wayland admits to the new girl.

Clary turns back to him and asked, "What do you mean?"

It was the first time Jace was ever going to tell anybody his secret, but Clary seems trustworthy. "I get stage fright." He reveals.

After his confession, Clary stares at him. What she heard didn't sound anything like the guy she had just met. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"No." The blonde nods.

"You've gotta breathe. I'm serious, you've gotta breathe. Like, takes away the nerves." She demonstrates to him. "Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Do it a couple times. You'll be fine."

"Maybe you should help me practice." Jace suggests.

His suggestion took Clary by surprise. Even though she barely met him, Clary thought Jace was cute, weird, and talented. "Are you asking me out on a date?" She asks.

With his heart accelerating, Jace murmured, "Yeah."

Clary smiles at him. "Then yes."

"Cool." Jace chuckles.

"Okay, well, l should probably check into my motel and grab my stuff, so..."

"Gotta get back to work." Jace and Clary attempted to hug each other, but started laughing.

At the press conference, Valentine and Jocelyn were still there as everybody has departure.

Mayor Morgenstern's assistant says, "Well, good night. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Morgenstern. Mr. Morgenstern." She and Valentine stare at each other while Jocelyn was distracted by other things. "Call me." She mouths to the mayor and walks away.

Jocelyn looks at her husband. "Val?" She says her husband's name.

"Mm." He turns to her.

"Why so jumpy?" Jocelyn asks him.

"Well, it's just that Doug Flintlock. He wants the Strip, Jocelyn, and we have to deliver."

Jocelyn smiles at him. "Of course we will, sweetheart."

The mayor shook his head. "How?"

For a moment, his wife takes a sip of her wine. "We'll go after the head of the snake. The Bourbon. If we cut off the head, the Strip will die. The Bourbon could be a Benetton by the end of the month. Now listen me and the ladies are going after all the church groups to make this happen. We're even talking to the Health Department."

"We should review all their paperwork for violations." Valentine suggested.

"Oh, trust me. If we find so much as a hair in a cocktail olive, we're shutting them down."

"Hey, boss, we found some hairs in the cocktail olives again." One of the employees tells Alec.

The tall brunette rolls his eyes. "Then rinse them off." He commands the worker. Alec skims through his papers and groans, "Ugh!"

Magnus looks at his friend and asks, "Alexander, did you just sigh audibly? Why?"

"Taxes." He tells Magnus. "They're so un-rock 'n' roll."

"Cheer up." He pats his boss on the back. "You still got the twisted sisters of piety outside, all flustered and worked up, so we must be doing something right, eh?"

Alec nods his head and sighs, "Well, at least we have the Shadowhunters show coming up. But that means our whole existence is riding on . . . my sister."

"Izzy Lightwood, the most unreliable girl in the music industry? A girl who blew off the halftime show at the Super Bowl to attend a satanic ritual to sew up Debbie Harry's vagina?"

It irritates Alec when people talk about his little sister like that. Seeing her pose naked for posters or magazine covers and listening to people calling her hot or slutty made him sick to his stomach. "Please stop." He begged Magnus."

"The Satanists wouldn't even do that." Magnus added.

"You're not helping."

Magnus continues rambling. "Why would the devil close vaginas? No one's qualified to do that."

"Hand me the phone." Alec commands his employee.

"Let's do a telethon, because this might work better than your Stacee Jaxx idea." Magnus hands him the phone.

"Shut up!" He barks at the exotic man in front of him and dials the numbers. "I'm calling Izzy's manager, Sebastian Verlac."

In Phoenix, Arizona, Sebastian Verlac walked backstage passing through everybody. Her large cell phone rang and he answers it, "Speak."

"Hello, Sebastian? It's Alec, Alec Lightwood."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. He knew Alec Lightwood very well. Not only was he his client's brother, but he was the guy whom he wanted to run over with a diesel truck 17,000 times. "Alec! What's up, big guy?"

"Oh, I was just calling to check in and see if we're still on for the gig at the Bourbon Room." Alec tells him as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Of course we are. The Shadowhunters' last show. We're kicking off Izzy's solo press tour there. Also, Rolling Stone just confirmed. They would like to interview her on the premises, okay?" One of the backstage workers ran up to Sebastian. "What did she say?"

"She told me to turn off the radio." He nervously panted.

"So turn it off."

"The radio in her head!" He shrieks.

Sebastian yells at the guy, "Calm down!"

During this, Alec impatiently says his name, "Sebastian? Hey, Sebastian."

"Oh, crap." Sebastian puts the phone to his ear. "Yeah, sorry, man."

"Is Isabelle okay?" Alec asked. Out of everything, he was more worried about his sister.

The manager finally walks up to the doors of Izzy's dressing room where two large bodyguards stood. "Izzy? She's fantastic."

"I want to speak to her."

"Look, I don't think that's a good idea." Sebastian tries to think of an excuse. "She has to go on stage in a couple of minutes."

Alec sighs, "Sebastian, I haven't heard from her in about a month. We don't wanna go down memory lane of what happened the last time you didn't let me speak to her."

The guys stands there biting down on his lip. "I don't care what that judge said. I know it was you who set my car on fire."

"You got thirty seconds to put my sister on the phone or else I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. And starting now."

Sebastian purses his lips and finally gave in. "Okay, okay. I'll go get her." He walks into her dressing room. Inside of it was a bed with two guys asleep and beers everywhere. "Izzy!"

Suddenly, the two guys on the bed are awakened by something emerging from underneath them.

It was Izzy.

The beautiful brunette had on her black leather jeans and matching bra. She shakily stands and stares at Sebastian. "Sebastian, did you get taller or did the world get smaller?" She moans. "Hey, cool. That should be a new chorus."

"No, Izzy, there's someone on the phone for you." He holds it out to her.

Izzy's eyes widen. "Is it Eddy Van Halen? Oh, my god! Give me the phone!" She yanks the large phone out of her manager's hand. "Hello, Eddy."

It brought warmth into his heart hearing his sister's voice again. Alec still manages to make a joke out of it. "If I'm Eddie Van Halen, then I hope I'm talking to Cyndi Lauper."

She then realized who it really was. "Alec! Brother, how are you?"

"Well I'm half drunk, my customers are half naked, condoms are all over the bathrooms, and Magnus is napping on the couch so things are still the same. You doing alright?"

"I'm in Phoenix right now. Thank God I'm out of Kansas. Some guy threw his underpants at me and his phone number was written on it. Can you believe what people do these days?"

Alec raises his eyebrow. "Should I recall your 18th birthday?"

His sister whines, "Oh, come on, brother. Let's not bring that up again."

"I took you to that Aerosmith concert as a birthday present and you swung your bra at Steven Tyler." He mentions and Magnus sits there wanting to laugh.

Izzy shrugs her shoulders. "Hey, he returned it to me." Both of them started laughing together. After they stopped, they didn't know what else to say. "Hey, I gotta go on stage. I'll call you tomorrow, okay."

"Alright, you do good."

"I love you, Alec." Her voice chimed like a bell in his head.

Alec Lightwood sat there in silence, but manages to say, "I love you too, Isabelle."