"Jace Wayland." Izzy says his name as she steps off stage to give him a hug.
"Good to see you, Izzy." Jace smiles as he pulls away. "Did you hear? My band is opening for you guys."
The brunette's jaw dropped. "Alec gave you a gig? Oh, my god! Jace, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"
All of a sudden, Clary comes out of the kitchen with a glass in her hand. She looks up and sees Izzy and Jace. In the heat of the moment, Clary drops the glass, startling everyone.
"Holy crap!" She gasped. "I'm sorry!"
Jace walks over and calms her down. "Clary, hey, I want you to meet an old friend of mine." He carefully guides her to Izzy. "Izzy, this is my girlfriend, Clary. Clary, this is Izzy."
"Hi, nice to meet you." Izzy kindly says to her.
Instead of responding back, Clary stood there breathless. When she realized that she had been standing there like a zombie, the redhead blurts out, "When my hamster died, your songs really helped me through."
The trio stood there in silence. Finally, Izzy laughs, "Jace, I like her. She has such a perky heart. She's adorable."
"Yeah, I knew you'd love her." Jace chuckles.
"Well, I'm still doing my interview so I will see you guys soon. Hey, good luck for the show. Bye, Jace, Clary." Isabelle goes back to her dressing room with Simon and her guards following her.
Clary smiles. "Wow, that was so cool."
Outside of the Bourbon Room, the protesters were rallied on the other side of the street. A news reporter talks to Jocelyn Morgenstern on live TV.
"Now, Jocelyn, this is the third night in a row that you've been here. Why so passionate?"
"Well, Mitch, this has to end. We're calling on anyone with children to join forces with us and show up here every night until the doors of these places are closed for good. Izzy Lightwood can wreck his own life. But when it comes to raping the ears of our children with this poison—we have to fight!"
Behind them was Magnus, who was joining the protesting from the Bourbon.
"Well, they—"
In a quick flash, Magnus snatches the microphone and says to the camera, "Rock 'n' roll is the only freedom we have. Rock 'n' roll forever!" Then, he rubs the mic on his crotch and hands it back to the man. "Sniff the mike. Whoo!"
"Okay, great interview." Sebastian says as he attempts to escort Simon out. "I hope you got everything."
It was then that Simon choose to open his mouth. "You're not a cowgirl." He tells Izzy.
"Why don't you tell me what l am?" She asked him.
"You're just a little girl stuck in a rut. Izzy, you used to be great. But whatever made you that way, it's gone. Now you're another rocker asleep at the wheel, singing the same songs you wrote 5 years ago."
Not wanting to listen to him, Sebastian interrupts, "Okay, Four Eyes."
Simon then points out to the brunette on the couch. "As long as you've got this manager keeping you on the road and doping you up with guys and booze and million-dollar record deals, he's gonna keep you asleep and drive your career off a cliff."
"Line crossed." The manager grabs his arm. "Let's go."
"Don't touch me." Simon pulls away and turns back to the woman. "You used to write great songs, Izzy. Where are they now?"
"You know what? I'm calling your editor." Sebastian warns him as he pulls out his large phone and dials the phone number. "Rolling Stone magazine. Jann Wenner's office."
"Get out." Izzy Lightwood mumbles.
"My words exactly." Sebastian agrees. "This interview is over."
Before Simon could leave, Isabelle shakes her head. "No, no, no. Not him. You." She points to her manager. "All of you."
Sebastian takes a deep breath and sighs, "Copy that. Everybody out."
Him, the group of guys, and the guards walk out of the room along with Hey-Man. Once the doors closed, Simon stood there anxiously as Izzy comes closer to him. "You know, I think you get this sense of entitlement due to the fact that you're a rock goddess. But it's not real. It's not love."
Izzy stares directly into his eyes. She notices his glasses makes his eyes bigger, and she liked it. Another thing she noticed was how his eyes wander as she comes closer to him. "No, it's not love." She admits to him.
For a moment, Simon looses his train of thought. "Then what is it?" He manages to say.
Izzy leans over and whispers, "Sex. And other people's projections of what they want me to be. Of what you and all your readers want me to be. Sex. And it keeps me from going out and getting the one thing that could save me. But l can't have that now. I'm a slave to rock 'n' roll. I am searching for the perfect song, the perfect sound that will make you wanna live forever. Like l said I know me better than anyone because l live in here. And no one else can."
Everything was true about what she said. She couldn't have a normal life anymore. She couldn't get rid of the person she became. She could never get rid of Izzy Lightwood. The celebrity sat down on the couch and brushes her fingers through her hair.
After a moment of silence, Simon places his hand on her shoulder and says, "I can."
Simon: I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case l need it when I'm older
Izzy stood up and walked to her large mirror. She stares at herself. Eyeliner smudges underneath her eyes and red lipstick were the only things she notices. Underneath this, she was a regular person. Not a goddess.
Izzy: Ooh, ahh, ahh
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If l can face it again
Can't stop now
I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life
All of a sudden, Simon goes up behind her and looks at their reflection. He removes his glasses, which he didn't really need.
Both: I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Isabelle turns around and gently presses her lips against Simon's lips. Never in five years has she kissed lips so innocent and pure. He kisses her back and lays his hand on her breast.
She pulls back and Simon begins kissing her jaw and neck. Then, he leave a trail of wet kisses along her chest and stomach.
Izzy: I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
Finally, Simon was to his knees and kissing her stomach as he undoes his pants. He quickly yanks off her tight leather pants. Before he could do anything else, Izzy caresses his face and guides him back up to her face.
Simon: In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If l can face it again
I can't stop now
Let's talk about love
Isabelle pulls off Simon's shirt and helps him take off his pants.
Both: I wanna know what love is
Love that you feel inside
I want you to show me
I'm feelin' so much love
l wanna feel what love is
Instantly, Simon finds himself on top of the pool table with Izzy crawling on top of him. He watches as she seductively straddles him and smiles down at him like an angel from above. It was a hot mess full of kisses and endless touches between them.
You just cannot hide
I know you can show me
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna know what love is
Let's talk about love
I want you to show me
l wanna feel it too
l wanna feel what love is
Izzy: And I know, and l know
Simon: I want you to show me
Izzy: And I know, and l know
Izzy: And I know!
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah.
Meanwhile, everybody was inside of the Bourbon for the concert. Everybody impatiently waits for the opening act of Jace's band.
Jace was standing in the backstage with his guitar in his arms. "Hey, you okay?" A voice startles him.
He turns back to find Alec. "Uh . . . I don't know if I can do this, Alec." He admits. "I feel like I'm having a heart attack. How do people do this?"
"Hey, hey." Alec clutches his shoulders and calms his best friend down. "Breathe, Jace. Are you telling me that you're scared? You, Jace Wayland, are scared?"
The blonde rolls his eyes. "If you're going to laugh, I am really not in the mood for it."
"I am not gonna laugh. Jace, you are the most courageous person I know. You ask out girls like nothing; you took drug tests with a package of a priest's urine; you motorboated random girls at the beach; you threw a beehive at a group of assholes; and you hid in movie theaters so you could watch other movies for free. Be that guy. You can do this."
At that moment, Jace realized that this was his moment. This was his only chance to prove that he is a musician.
Magnus walks out on stage and calms the audience down as he speaks into the microphone. "Quieten down, please, you hot fecund soup of estrogen and testosterone. I need you to manage your expectations and please welcome to the stage for their debut here at The Bourbon Rooms the brilliant—" Not knowing the name of the band, Magnus covers the microphone and asks the blonde, "Jace, what's the name of your band?"
"The Mortal Instruments." He answers him as he tunes his guitar.
"Come on, Shadowhunters, let's go!" A person form the crowd shouts.
"And you're sticking with that, are you?" Magnus asks Jace.
"Yeah."
The brunette lifts his hand off the mic and announces, "Please welcome to the stage the very poorly titled The Immortal Instruments!"
"Mortal Instruments!" Jace hisses at him.
"It's not an improvement." Magnus mumbles. "Ladies and gentlemen please resurrect your enthusiasm one final time for . . . The Mortal Instruments!" Then, he walks off stage to join Alec, Clary, and Catarina at the bar.
"You think he'll be fine?" Clary asks them, worried about her boyfriend's stage fright.
Catarina nods her head. "It's hard to tell. Jace might faint or throw up on the audience."
"That's why I brought the camera." Alec mentions.
"We want the Shadowhunters!" Another person yells.
Jace grips his guitar tightly as he nervously walks out on stage with his band. His heart accelerates as everybody turns their attention to him. It felt like he had walked a mile up to the microphone.
The blonde gazes into the audience, searching for Clary or anybody familiar. The light was blinding him from seeing them at the bar. His throat was starting to burn and he anxiously blurts out, "I wanna rock!"
Everybody looks at him in confusion. "He's a dead man," Magnus murmurs.
Finally, Jace takes a deep breath in and sings.
Jace: I said I wanna rock
Band: Rock!
Jace: I wanna rock
Band: Rock
Jace: I want to rock
Band: Rock
Jace: Turn it down, you say
All I gotta say to you
Is time and time again
I say no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
Tell me not to play
All I gotta say to you
When you tell me not to play
I say no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
Soon everybody begins nodding their heads and getting into the beat. Clary watches as everybody begins rocking their hands back and forth as they listen to her boyfriend and his band.
So if you ask me why
I like the way l play it
There's only one thing l can say to you
I wanna rock
Crowd: Rock!
Jace: I wanna rock
Crowd: Rock
Jace: I want to rock
Crowd: Rock
Jace: Oh, yeah
I wanna rock
Crowd: Rock!
Jace: I want to rock
Listening to the music and sound of the audience, Sebastian hangs up his phone and looks at the stage. He looked at Jace the same way he looked at Izzy's first performance. The manager knew that he could make something out of him and he will.
Jace: I wanna rock
Rock (rock)
Rock (rock)
I wanna rock
Rock (rock)
Rock (rock)
I want to rock!
Once the song had ended, Jace smiles as the entire bar cheers and screams for him. Clary, Magnus, Alec, and Catarina all applauded for him.
"God, that beautiful bastard is awesome," Magnus comments.
The band then takes off to the backstage. Jace wipes the sweat off his brow and smiles.
All of a sudden, he is startled by a pair of arms that wrapped around from behind and kissed his temple. "Jace, baby, that was unbelievable!" Clary shrieks. "You were amazing, they totally loved you. The crowd was totally on their feet. They loved it."
"Thanks, Clary." The blonde breathes. "I was so excited and I . . . can't believe I did that."
Unfortunately, their moment was interrupted. "Hey, Clary, we need some help with the drinks." Catarina orders her.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." His girlfriend turns back and gives him a short but passionate kiss. "I gotta go. I'm so proud of you."
The redhead takes off, leaving Jace by himself. "She should be proud of you." A voice says behind him. Jace turns around to find a man who looked similar to him. "How you doing? I'm Sebastian Verlac. I'm Izzy Lightwood's manager. You were fantastic tonight, man."
"Thank you, man. Thank you." He shakes his hand and introduces himself. "Jace Wayland."
After Sebastian lets go of his hand, he says, "Listen, what I saw out there was pure talent. I think you got something, kid. I've been looking for other clients, and I sure as hell wouldn't let a future rockstar like you go to waste."
It nearly gave Jace a heart attack. All he really wanted was to give a good performance, but never did he expect an offer to be a musician. "Really? Are you serious?" Jace asked him.
"Yes, I'm dead serious." Sebastian grins.
Everything was happening so fast that Jace didn't believe it. It was the opportunity, the moment he's been waiting be for since he was nine years old. "This is incredible!" He gasped. "I can't wait to tell my band. They're gonna freak—"
Sebastian cuts him off. "Oh, no, I'm not here for them. Just you."
"Wait, what?" The man's words stunned Jace once again. "But my band—they're great. You heard them."
"Let me ask you something: What do Keith Richards, Jimmy Page and Izzy Lightwood all have in common? Rough pasts and very, very long careers. l can guarantee you something much more rare and a lot more fun, man."
"What is that?" Jace asks him.
"Fame."