Attention: This was not written by me. It was written by TheFeatherQuill who had previously given her account to me a while ago due to problems she was having. However, as part of her request, I have re-uploaded this for her. All credit goes to her not me. If you have read this story, please know that she may be finishing it.

Disclaimer: TMI belongs to Cassie alone.

Act 1 Scene 2

The Clave Theatre was an attachment to the Institute's 300 acre property. It was designed to model the the Globe Theatre in London. Built of marble, it gave a majestic look to the already exquisite looking school. And being inside it was even more intimidating for Clary. The actual auditorium was huge, built to seat the whole school of 2500 people. The seats were posh with red velvet cushions and golden painted rims. The stage itself was massive, circular and at least 60 feet in diameter. Extending from it was a catwalk, which was often used for the Theatre department's production of fashion shows. People roamed busily on the stage, to and fro, carrying out endless chores that went along with managing the stage. In the middle of the stage, was Isabelle, looking radiant under the lights, and two boys with her. Clary gasped when she saw who they were: Alec and Jace.

What are they doing here? She thought as she walked down to the stage. Her heart had started to pound and she was sure everyone on the stage could hear it.

"Are you ok?" Simon asked, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her a worried look.

Clary had asked Simon to come along. And she was glad she did. The sight of the three most adored students on campus was enough to intimidate her. And she nearly ran when she saw Jace Herondale staring at her from the stage.

"You sure you want to do this?" asked Simon for the thousandth time. But Clary had made up her mind.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, it seems… fun. What's there to lose?" But it seemed that she was comforting herself more than Simon.

They made their way across the auditorium, and Clary saw that now, all three of them were staring at her. Alec frowned and whispered something to Isabelle. She simply waived it off and came to receive Clary and Simon. She extended her hand, smiling.

"I knew you'd come!"

Clary smiled back, took her hand, and hoisted herself onto the stage. Simon let his hand reach up next, but Isabelle pulled away, seeming as if she never noticed him. Shrugging, he jumped onto the stage and followed them.

"The offer was too tempting," she replied.

"I'm glad," said Isabelle. "We really needed you."

The stopped in front of the two gorgeous boys and Clary heard Simon suck in his breath. Boys, Clary thought, Always trying to feel superior to the other guys.

Clary heard Isabelle whisper in her ear, "What's your name again?"

Her jaw almost dropped when she realized that Isabelle had called her here without asking what her name was. Suddenly she felt a little unwelcome.

"Clary," she whispered back.

"Clary, this is Alec, my dork of a brother. He'll be playing your other half, Romeo. And this is Jace, my idiot of a friend, who will be playing the part of the jester, Mercutio," Isabelle said grinning.

"C'mon now, Izzy, that's not a proper introduction, " Jace spoke, his golden eyes scanning Clary's green ones. "Here's how you do it."

He startled Clary by reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle," he said, mocking a perfect French accent, "My name is Jace Herondale."

It took all of Clary's self- control to stifle a giggle. Behind her, she heard Simon make a weird noise. And then, it seemed for the first time, that the trio noticed Simon.

Alec spoke first, his blue eyes betraying no emotion.

"Who's he?" And all eyes turned to Simon, who immediately turned wide-eyed and stepped back after realizing they were staring at him.

"Um, hey! I'm Simon, Clary's friend," he stammered.

Alec frowned. "Izzy, I don't recall you saying you recruited two people."

Isabelle frowned identical to her brother, "Neither did I. You're that one kid who was with her today aren't you? Why are you here?"

Simon immediately went into defense mode,

"Hey, don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a stalker. Clary asked me to come so I came."

"Somebody call pest- control," Jace murmured.

"Excuse me?" Clary shot back, forgetting any of the butterflies she had felt earlier. "I asked him to come, so he came. Got a problem with it?"

Jace let a low whistle through his teeth. "Man, she has got you whipped. "

Before Clary could retaliate, Simon caught a hold of her shoulders.

"Let it go, Clary. This is a big opportunity so don't blow it. I don't they want me here, so I guess I'll be going.

With that, Simon turned and proceeded to walk off the stage. Alec rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, letting Clary know this wasn't where he wanted to be. Jace simply smirked with indifference and he set his burning, amber eyes on Clary. She sucked in her breath and chewed on her lip, debating on whether to leave this gorgeous boys gaze and chase after her friend, or stay there like Simon told her to.

But she decided for Isabelle was the one who stepped up.

"Hey!" she called. "Wait!"

Simon quickly spun around, surprised.

Isabelle ran up to Simon, dark eyes scanning up and down his body, as if reading right through him. Slowly, she walked in a circle around him, examining every inch of him and nodding to herself.

"Um what-"

He never got to ask his question for she burst out,

"Perfect! Yes, I think it can work! Clary I am soooo glad you brought him here!"

Everyone stared at Isabelle as if she had 7 heads, as she pranced around happily like she had found a cure for cancer.

"Now you've lost me Izzy. Well, technically, you never actually had me but… what the hell are you talking about?" Alec asked, exasperated.

Isabelle grinned and theatrically pointed at Simon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Paris!"

"Who the hell is Paris?" asked Jace.

"He's a suitor for Juliet in the play," replied Clary. "How do you not know who he is? I mean, you're in the play."

"Izzy dragged us into it," Alec answered, "since apparently, the Theatre department is having some issues."

Isabelle's eyes narrowed as she shot daggers at her brother and his friend. "Issues… that aren't important at the moment. What is important though is that auditions will start any minute."

"Auditions?" asked Simon, still dazed from what had just happened. "And I'm not some sort of pet rat that you can have come and go at your own will."

Jace laughed, "Ooh I am so calling you that. Rat-boy."

Isabelle stood with her hands on her hips, ignoring Jace. "Well, we're going to have to cast the rest of the characters, obviously," she said. "Now, boys," she pointed to Alec and Jace, "set the judges table. I'll be right back."

Alec and Jace both shrugged as they went back stage to retrieve a table. Simon walked over next to Clary and whispered,

"And she calls me whipped."

Clary smiled and looked up at him and grinned. "So, you just got cast as Paris. Any thoughts?"

Simon sighed, "I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to say that I'm really honored and all that crap, but… I mean why Paris? He's the loser who Juliet never saw as a lover and therefore doesn't get the girl. To tell you the truth, my ideal part is Romeo."

Clary laughed, "Nah, I'm glad you're Paris. It would have been awkward with you as Romeo."

"How so?"

"Well, because then, I would have to act as if I was in love with my best friend. "

Clary never got to see the expression that bloomed across Simon's face for that was when Isabelle called for the front stage lights to turn on. Alec and Jace had placed a small table and three chairs in the pit in front of the stage. The boys had already taken their seats and Isabelle walked up to her chair, megaphone in hand. She turned back to Clary and Simon,

"You guys are welcome to watch as the audience. I think we're holding auditions for Tybalt today."

Clary and Simon shrugged and jumped off the stage, taking their place in the comfortable red chairs of the auditorium. Clary sighed and recollected her day. In just 6 hours, she had gone from unnoticeable to getting a kiss on her hand from Jace Herondale. She and Simon had just been cast in a schoolwide theatre production of Romeo and Juliet. Clary smiled. They had just gone from zero to almost hero. Her head spun as she absorbed all the facts. It was going to be a long day. In front of them, Isabelle raised her megaphone to her lips,

"Will the first person please come out on stage?"

Footsteps resounded throughout the building as a boy's silhouette appeared in the light. His figure was much like Jace's: tall, broad shouldered, and confident. His white blond hair reflected the stage lights like glaciers would the sun. He had pale skin, a sharp nose, and black eyes as fierce as a hawk's. His deadly beauty reminded Clary of a dark angel. And for some reason, a blanket of dread covered her as she took this boy in, a feeling she couldn't place.

"Name?" Isabelle asked.

"Hi, I'm Sebastian. Sebastian Verlac."