I OWN NOTHING. That privledge belongs to the amazing Cassandra Clare and Gaga. (If I owned Magnus Bane do you think I'd still be fully clothed right now?)
The back of the club was filled with the familiar scent of sweat, various spilt alcoholic drinks, and an intoxicatingly thin layer of smoke. Alec shook his head as Isabelle got up and walked toward the bar to get yet another drink, taking advantage of the short break in the set list. Mostly to avoid seeing half of the men in the Mundane club (and a few of the women, too) eyeing Isabelle in her too-short dress as she got up, he turned and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest. He felt Magnus' arms wrap around his waist.
"Why did I let you convince me to come here, again?" He murmured.
Something similar to adrenaline rushed through his veins as he felt the vibrations as Magnus chuckled softly. "Because for some reason we've all taken an unfathomable liking to the Mundane and didn't want to hurt his feelings when he invited us to see his appalling band perform.
"Also, I like clubs. And you like me. So, here we are." Magnus concluded.
"Technically it's 'Daylighter' now, not 'Mundane'." Alec pointed out.
"Yes, but he's a very mundane Daylighter." Magnus responded. The sound of heels clicking in shortening increments told them Isabelle had made her way back.
"Little sister here," she announced, alluding to the fact that they hadn't moved apart yet and Magnus still had his arms around Alec.
"Go away, Izzy," Alec groaned.
Alec knew his sister well enough to sense that she had one hand on her hip and used the other to flip back her hair. He guessed from Magnus' amused chuckle and the tone in Isabelle's voice when she spoke again that he was right.
"I mean really, if you can't get a room at least have the courtesy to find a secluded corner or something." She huffed, more annoyed at the dismissal than anything else.
"Well, we had a lovely wall in the back of a fairly empty, dark club until you came back," Magnus told her.
Knowing that they were in fact in the back of a dark club and no one else could see them, Alec lifted his head up to press his lips against Magnus' to annoy his sister.
Magnus kissed him back for a moment then pushed him away gently, a small smyle playing around his lips that reached his eyes. "If I have to behave, so do you," he whispered, inches from Alec's face.
Alec sighed, moving to step back out of Magnus' arms, but being stopped. Alec raised his eyebrows, confused. "Oh no," Magnus told him. "You're not going anywhere." Rather than letting Alec go, Magnus simply spun him around in his arms so that he was facing the stage and his sister once more, planting a kiss on his neck.
"Ugh," Isabelle exclaimed. "You two are worse than Clary and Jace."
"Sorry, Belle," Magnus said, his expression clearly not sorry, resting his head on Alec's shoulder.
Alec frowned, remembering that Isabelle was supposed to be in charge of Clary tonight, per Jocelyn's orders. "Where is Clary, by the way?"
Isabelle shrugged. "Probably still backstage with Jace." She looked at them consideringly. "On second thought, maybe they are worse than you two. And don't," she added to Magnus, "make me rethink that."
Magnus laughed as the few lights that had been turned on were shut back off and a strange beat began coming out of the speakers.
"Oh, good, they're starting again," Isabelle said, twirling to face the stage.
With relief, Alec noticed Clary walking toward them, giving a small wave, her face nearly as red as her hair. Alec nodded back at her, then rolled his eyes. Ok, so maybe he didn't really need to have been worried.
Isabelle's eyes popped as the first few chords of the new song began. It looked like she was torn between being thrilled and horrified. "They're not!" she cried.
Alec gave her a confused look, not knowing whether he should be concerned or not. "They're not what?" he asked.
Before she could answer a voice came from somewhere behind the empty stage. A robotic voice that sounded eerily like… Jace?
"It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up, 'cause you were born this way, baby."
Behind him, Magnus looked like he was about to die. His green cat-eyes had gone almost as big as Isabelle's and his mouth was hanging open with a disbelieving grin on one side. "They are." He answered Isabelle's earlier query.
Slightly nervous now, Alec tried once again to get an answer. "They are what?"
Magnus and Isabelle looked over at each other and then at Alec and said at the same tyme, "They're doing Gaga."
Alec shook his head, giving up on trying to understand his sister and boyfriend's eccentricities.
The small group at the front of the stage was going crazy as a single light revealed Simon onstage by himself sitting in front of a prop desk and mirror. He had ditched the leather jacket and jeans that he had worn the rest of the show and was now wearing what looked like a series of metallic silver hoola-hoops and a large white British-colonial style wig.
"What is he-" Alec began, shocked.
Magnus put his finger to Alec's lips and shushed him as Simon began singing into the mirror, which was reflecting an infinite number of Simons back to the audience.
"My mama told me when I was young, we're all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir."
"I might have to break things off with him after this," Isabelle said, shaking her head.
"Don't you dare." Magnus threatened.
Just then Jace and Kyle came onto the stage on either side of Simon—Jace in a red jumpsuit that extended over his face and up into several large spikes crowning the top of his head and Kyle in a dark blue outfit that sparkled and had shoulder pads up to his ears, the chest open to his bellybutton, with dark sunglasses shaped like stars.
"'There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are,' She said, 'cause he made you perfect, babe.'" They sang, each of them putting a hand on Simon's shoulder and nodding seriously with each word of the last part.
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far," they continued advising mirror-Simon. "Listen to me when I say…"
There was a flurry of movement on stage as they spun Simon's chair around and took centre-stage, Kyle flinging his dark glasses out into the audience where someone gave a very high-pitched scream a moment later.
The three of them started into the song, making exaggerated dance movements and singing out to the room. "I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way. Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way."
They switched off lynes going into the next section, strutting across the stage in opposite crisscrossing patterns to each other. "Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. Baby I was born this way! Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!"
Jace walked up to the front of centre stage while the other two turned their backs to the audience to march toward the back of the stage. "Don't be a drag - just be a queen."
"What did he just say?" Alec sputtered. Isabelle and Clary giggled. Magnus grinned and said the lyne with Jace as he repeated it on stage into Alec's ear. "Don't be a drag - just be a queen. Don't be a drag - just be a queen. Don't be!"
Throwing his arm out to the audience in an emphatic gesture, Jace took the backlight and grinned at Simon as they passed each other, trading places. "Give yourself prudence and love your friends." He told the audience simply. "Subway kid, rejoice your truth. In the religion of the insecure I must be myself, respect my youth."
Simon switched off with Kyle, just as Jace had a moment ago, the two high-fiving each other just before Kyle stepped into centre stage.
"A different lover is not a sin." Kyle sang with conviction. "Believe capital H-I-M." In the background Jace and Simon echoed into their mics, "Hey, hey, hey."
"I love my life I love this record and mi amore vole fe yah!" Kyle finished, the other two joining him halfway deep into the stage as they began another chorus.
"I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way. Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way! Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. Baby I was born this way! Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!"
Jace sang another, "Don't be a drag, just be a queen," and began scanning the audience. Alec froze as Jace's eyes locked with his and he gestured for Alec to join them on stage.
"Whether you're broke or evergreen," When Alec shook his head vigorously and gave Jace a clear 'no-way-in-hell' look, Jace jumped off stage, still singing, and stalked to the back of the club. "You're black, white, beige, Chola descent, you're Lebanese, you're Orient." The attention of the entire club was now on them as Jace began tugging on Alec's arm. Alec tried to hold onto Magnus' arms for suppourt, but Magnus released him. "Sorry babe," he whispered. Alec heard a snap and saw a few brief blue sparks and suddenly found himself on stage, standing in between Simon and Kyle while Jace was once again singing front and centre.
"Huh," he heard Isabelle say thoughtfully. "I don't know whether Alec can actually sing or not." He glared at her as Jace continued. "Whether life's disabilities left you outcast, bullied, or teased, rejoice and love yourself today, 'cause, baby, you were born this way."
Alec stood frozen in horror as Simon and Kyle came from either side to grab his upper arms and drag him forward like it was nothing. Jace stepped to the side, grinning, and pressed the microphone at Alec, who gave him an affectionate middle finger. Jace blew him a joking kiss as he walked back with the other two, which Alec luckily didn't see.
He debated running offstage while he had the brief chance, or just standing there like an idiot, but as the momentary pause in the music finished the words slipped out of Alec's mouth almost automatically from having heard the song blasted from Isabelle's room so many tymes.
"No matter gay, straight, or bi, lesbian, transgendered life," He really was going to kill them all. "I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to survive." Ok, so maybe that last bit wasn't too bad. Still, it was a relief when Kyle came up to join him, grinning, mic in hand, picking up the next lyne.
"No matter black, white or beige Chola or orient made, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to be brave." He flexed his muscle for the audience on the last lyne, which would have been funny if he hadn't been completely serious in what he was saying.
Jace and Simon walked up to face Alec and Kyle and the four sang the final chorus, back to back. "I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way. Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way. Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. Baby I was born this way! Ooo there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way. I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!"
They spun out to face the audience for the outro.
"I was born this way, hey! I was born this way, hey! I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey! I was born this way, hey! I was born this way, hey! I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey!" Jace and Simon, on the sides, flung their arms up on the last word, while Alec and Kyle rolled their arms and leaned into the rabid hoard of people standing at the foot of the stage.