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-Casper

Chapter Two: Discovery

He pulled his Mac onto his lap and filled through hundreds of pointless emails, tour info, and marketing ideas. Same old thing. Everything for tour was falling perfectly into place. The venus booked, the fans anxiously waiting, setlist ready, and the band ready to hit the road. Everything was perfect… but one thing.

The opening act.

Less than two months until they packed up the plane and took off and he was still missing the opening act. He didn't want someone predictable, someone easy. He wanted someone fresh, with a new original sound. Someone who could thrill the crowd and hype them up for the main event. His target audience was teens, mostly girls if we're being honest here. The problem was, he couldn't find anyone. He had spent hours looking at different bands websites and listening to countless covers of "original" versions of popular indie songs. It was all the same. He groaned in frustration and ran his hands threw his hair. He picked up his phone and called his friend Jordan, for some advice.

"Hey bud! What's up?" Jordans overly enthusiastic voice rang.

"I've got a problem." Came his gruff reply.

"Ah come on man, tell me you're not still looking for the opening act. You've been complaining about it for weeks."

"It's harder than it seems jordan! Everyone sounds the same! I can't watch another crappy cover from some ance covered kid, ruining the guitar and making my ears bleed." He groaned.

"Okay, maybe a little over dramatic? Let me ask Maia." He could hear Jordan call his girlfriend to the phone.

"Still looking for the opener?" Came Maias sympathetic voice.

"Yes...Ideas?"

"Um.. let me think.. Oh! I Know! I've been listening to this girl online for weeks. I know she's pretty popular and she's got a great voice. Oh, and she just started uni so she must be old enough to tour." He could hear Maia typing away on her computer, searching for the girl in question.

"Okay I found it, her name is Fair."

"That's it? just Fair? She already sounds ridiculous." He sighed, reluctantly typing her name into YouTube.

"Give it a shot, shes good. She's also a bit of a mystery, she always remains completely anonymous. It's kinda cool, i think." Maia further explained the mystery that was Fair, peaking his interest. Soon enough, he and Maia said their goodbyes and he clicked on the first video.

It looked as if a white sheet had been hung up and "Fair" was sitting behind it, showing the silhouette of her profile and her mic. The intro to Paloma Faith's "Taste my own tears" Started.

Maia was right, she was good. She had this retro jazzy thing going on, and a killer voice. Jazzy soul wasn't exactly what they were looking for though. He clicked on the next video and listened to the silhouette belt out "Death of a Bachelor" by Panic! At the disco. That was more of what he had in mind. Add some drums, electric guitars and fireworks and boom! Perfection.

He picked up the phone and texted Jordan.

"Tell Maia I said thanks for the advice. I think I've found our opener."

Back at Clary's apartment

It was nearing eleven PM and Clary was still glowing from her date with Matthew, She was as giggly as a 15 year old after her first kiss. She has felt so confident she had even uploaded a new video. She had been playing with the idea of cover some Panic! Songs but before the task has seemed too intimidating. Not now though, She had belted out her favourite song from behind the safety of her sheet and posted it less than an hour later. Of course, John and Simon had not been home.

Now Clary was lounging on the couch in her grey sweatpants and her two sizes too big Arkells band shirt, her laptop resting on her lap. She was reading through some of the comments on her video, smiling at the positive responses. Lots of young girls calling her their role model, their inspiration. Lots of people asking her to reveal her true identity. Boys too commented on how much they loved her voice and how they couldn't wait to hear more. One comment in particular stood out.

"Hello Fair,

I would have tried to contact you properly but you make it incredibly difficult to do so. I do hope you see this comment and please contact me at your earliest convenience. I would like to discuss a possible opportunity with you. Please reach out to me.

, Big Machine Records."

Needless to say, Clary was in a bit of shock. It was very likely this was a joke. Still, she was curious.

She typed the name into google quickly. "Holy shit" she thought. There really was a who worked for Big Machine Records. She was still cautious that this might be some kind of prank but.. What if it wasn't?

What if there was a anxiously waiting for her reply. She searched around a little more until she found his email address. Clary paused. An opportunity? She had worked so hard at continuing to be anonymous, did he expect her to reveal herself? Throwing caution to the wind she typed up a short email, making sure it was under her Fair email address.

"Hello ,

A comment was left under one of my videos, asking that I contact you. Just confirming, it was actually you?

Fair"

She sent the email and bit her lip in anticipation. Believe it or not Clary had never really considered singing as anything more than a hobby that she loved and also brought in a little money on the side. Her mind wandered to all the possibilities of this "opportunity" as had put it.

"Honey I'm home!" Came Johns slightly tipsy voice fromt the door. Looking over her shoulder she hopped to her feet when she saw Simon struggling to carry John's much larger body inside.

"Simon! What happened to him?" She threw her older brothers arm around her neck and attempted to lie him down on the couch.

"This idiot thought he could out drink NYU seniors. He can barely remember his name." Simon sighed, annoyed with John's antics.

"John? What were you thinking?" She picked her Mac up off the coffee table, sure to hide the email from her two nosey roommates.

"Well little sister, I was thinking about how much I like whisky… and winning" John laughed at himself for quite some while, Simon and Clary trying to suppress their own giggles. Clary locked eyes with Simon, and all the moving stress and tiredness made them collapse into fits of laughter. When they had finally calmed down, John had promptly fallen asleep, and Clary and Simon fell into an awkward silence.

"What are we doing Simon?"

"I think we're sitting on the floor Clary."

"You know that's not what I meant. I mean, what are we doing here, in New York?"

"John is getting a marketing degree, you're going to study art, and I'm gonna go into Tech." He said like it was obvious.

"Yes, yes I know that… I don't think I want to study art anymore." She whispered.

"What? Did something happen Clary? You've been dying to study art at NYU since we were 12. It's your dream." He looked at her with a mixture of annoyance and concern.

"I think I want to study music instead."

"Music? Clary, I love you, but drawing is what you're good at." He stood up and started to walk towards his bedroom. Clary followed closely behind him.

"Yeah I know Simon, but isn't this city meant for taking chances?"

"Clary, we all have our thing. John is creative, you are artistic, I'm a computer geek. If you stray from your lane, you just get knocked to the side. Stick to what you know." He close to door to his room, separating them.

Clary solemnly walked back to her Computer, turning it on and looking at her emails

ONE MESSAGE-

"It's probably not even him anyways."

And with that she hit delete.

It's a tad short, and kind of a filler but what do you think? Did Clary make a mistake? Is who we think? And wtf is wrong with Simon?

-Casper