You’ve got to be kidding me,

The bouncer said,

Folding his arms across his massive chest

He looked at a boy with a red zip-up jacket

And he made him shake his head like a tennis racket

Fifty teenagers in line outside the pandemonium club

Were secretly listening too like sneaky snubs

The all-ages club was a long wait

Very much so on a Sunday

The bouncers would become fierce

And will come down instantly on anyone

When they see people

Who would look like

They were going to start any trouble

A fifteen-year-old Clary Fray,

Was standing in line with her best friend, Simon,

We’re hoping for some excitement

Clare, Cassandra, City of Bones, Simon & Schuster Children’s, 2007