Behind The Curtains 💔{ON HOLD}💔

Prologue

Prologue (4,0K)

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Clary's PoV.

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Hotel Dumort, Paris, FRANCE

It was almost the end of the party, and Clary started walking toward the corridor that led to the elevator. She had a room booked upstairs, thanks to Luke, her manager; and she couldn't wait to be in her bed to rest. Today had been very tiresome for she had two radio interviews, a TV appearance and a concert at the end of the day with her rock band. And now, the after-party after the concert just wore her out. She was damn straight tired.

Pretending to be a person that she wasn't was exhausting. She tried more than once to tell Luke about it; but she was the one who started this reputation of a bad girl, and who did her best to preserve it during all her years of fame. She knew that this image helped her band get more famous, because it went with the image of a rock band, a carefree young rebel who couldn't give a fuck about what people thought of her. But still, it was exhausting, and she was liking pretending lesser and lesser.

She mostly started acting lie this because she didn't want to be assimilated to her father, who was already in the business. Valentine Morgenstern. He was a big figure in Hollywood, ranked among the greatest such as Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt and Jodie Foster. And so, when young Clarissa Morgenstern saw that her band started to bloom, she changed her name to Clary Fray, refusing to ever talk about her family in the press. Which gave her this attitude of a singer who couldn't give a fuck about what people (the media mostly) said, because she never bothered denying or confirming any rumours on her account.

And this is why she started being linked with a never ending list of lovers. From actors to singers, from directors to photographers, it seemed that if she worked with a guy, she also slept with him. Though her band mates had been spared, and no-one ever sexually linked them to her. Still, according to the media, she slept with half of Hollywood. Jonathan Clark, Will Herondale, Jace Wayland, Raphael Santiago, Sebastian Verlac, the list was long. Though some of them were true, most of them were just rumours that she never denied because Luke said that it was good marketing, and that Clary just let him do what he thought was right for the band.

"Care to share a room?" A voice suddenly echoed behind her, and Clary just rested her forehead against the elevator doors, wishing for it to come quicker.

It was Sebastian Verlac, and to be honest, Sebastian was nice. He was actually one of the best hookups she ever had. He was a passionate and attention-giving lover, one who wouldn't forget that he wasn't alone in bed. All the contrary of Jonathan Clark. Jonathan was all about his own pleasure and finding release, while Sebastian always made sure that she would get off. And man, was he good to make her climb the curtains.