Hello, my dear readers and reviewers! For those of you who read my other story Fuel to the Fire as well as this one you have probably already read an A/N from me but with this one comes a new excerpt! (This is the part where you get REALLY excited, btw)
So, this is me wishing all of you a MERRY C- (hold up)… I mean, this is me wishing you A HAPPY HOLIDAY! Be nice, I am still getting used to the politically correct thing!
I have finished the latest chapter (number 3) to this story but since I'm going out of town for C- *cough* the HOLIDAYS I won't be able to update. (I can't just post it without going through it and editing and adding, etc.)
So this is my present for YOU, this is a little excerpt from my latest chapter. Enjoy!
Clary sat down in the auditorium, in the exact same seat that she'd been in the first time she'd heard Jace sing. It was hard to describe how good he was. Because even though his voice was divine that wasn't the thing that had drawn her to him. It was the raw emotion behind it. To that, she could relate.
She had heard someone at an American award show say that even though Taylor Swift was not the best "technical" singer she sang with a lot of emotion, and depth. She'd never really thought about it until now. It hit her that the walls that Jace had built around himself as armour, disappeared as soon as he sat down by that piano.
Clary found herself strangely saddened by it. For some reason that mattered to her, she was a sensitive person, she knew that. Innocent. Maybe, it was just that, because she was such a naïve and caring person, she couldn't help but wanting to help Jace.
At least that was what she hoped it was.
For now, all she could do was sit back, try and relax, and wait for Jace to come.
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