Lowell Tracey is a Rock Star (brainjam) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-01-18 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, guinevere pendragon, lowell tracey |
Who: Guinevere and Lowell
What: Gwen mistakes Lowell for someone else
Where: Grocery store
When: Early November
Warning/Rating: Low/none
Status: Complete
The thing that was nice about being a rock star was that you weren’t nearly as recognizable as, say, a movie star. Not that he didn’t get stopped in the streets often by fans, because he did. But he could actually leave his home without the awful sunglasses and baseball caps that so many celebrities had to.
He’d actually made it to the grocery story unaccosted, which was nice. He placed a block of cheese in his grocery cart, and debated whether or not to buy some hot sauce for the next time Liv came over.
***
Gwen had to admit that there were definitely benefits to basically having their flat to herself - like she could have Arthur over whenever without having to worry about Morgana getting in the way or deciding to join them to watch a movie or whatever they might be doing. But there were also drawbacks - like always having to do the grocery shopping and the dishes. But the good outweighed the bad when it came right down to it.
She wasn’t planning to pick up much so she grabbed a basket as she walked past the stack, going over her grocery list in her head as she started walking down the aisles. She noticed a familiar person ahead of her and she smiled, speeding up as she walked towards him and then stopped for a second. The hair was a lot darker than she’d ever seen it and Arthur would have told her if he was going to dye his hair wouldn’t he? Unless he’d been planning to surprise her with it which it definitely did.
“Arthur! When did you dye your hair?” She said as she came up to the young man.
***
Lowell was used to being approached by random fans in the market, and when he saw the young woman heading toward him, he turned to greet her with a smile. At least, until she called him Arthur. That… that was kind of new, he had to admit. So, probably not a fan.
“Uh, I think you have the wrong person,” Lowell said, his hand reaching up to touch his hair. “And I can’t say I’ve ever dyed my hair. This is my natural colour.”
***
“Oh God.” Gwen said quietly as she heard the man in front of her speak. The voice sounded similar to her boyfriend’s but after growing up with him she could pick up little differences in his accent. “I’m so sorry. It’s just you look exactly like my boyfriend except for the hair. It’s the strangest thing,” she said, pulling her phone out of her purse to pull up a picture of her and Arthur so that this man wouldn’t think it was some kind of a lie.
“You must think I’m absolutely mental.”
***
“Just a little,” Lowell teased lightly. “It’s not very often that people mistake me for someone else.” Unless they were confusing him with another musician because they couldn’t quite place what band he was with.
He did look at her phone there. He was expecting someone who looked vaguely like him, but wasn’t prepared for just how much this guy looked like him. He touched his hair absently, the confusion evident on his face. “And here I always thought I’d look strange with blond hair.”
***
“I think it would take some getting used to,” Gwen told him trying to keep her tone light and hide the embarrassment. She was going to have to tell Arthur about this run in. He’d probably get a kick out of it. “I am really sorry about this.”
“I’m Gwen by the way,” she said sticking her phone back in her pocket and extending her hand.
***
“Oh, nothing to apologize for,” Lowell assured her. “Honestly, it’s probably best to be introduced to my doppleganger through a photo rather than bumping into him in the street.” Lowell would be certain he was going mad if that was the case.
“Lowell,” Lowell said, taking her hand in his and giving her a firm handshake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gwen.”
***
“Which could be entirely possible living where we do.” Gwen said with a smile. She’d lived here in California long enough not to put any sort of weirdness or potential awkwardness in the category of too far out there.
“Pleasure is mine Lowell,” she said as they shook hands. “So...since I’m sure Arthur will want to know what his doppelganger does for a living do you mind my asking?”
***
“I’m a rock star,” Lowell said, winking as though he were telling a joke.
***
“Are you joking?” Gwen asked, something in the way he answered making her feel torn between believing him and not.
***
Lowell grinned, his eyes dancing in amusement. “I’m not, actually,” he said. “I’m in Pocket Dial. Maybe you’ve heard of us.” At least, he hoped she had heard of them. The radio tended to play their songs fairly often.
***
“I actually have one of your albums on my Ipod. I’m a bit ashamed for not recognizing you when we started talking but in my defense - I’ve never been lucky enough to catch one of your shows. Downfall of being a school teacher I think.” She told him a bit embarrassed.
***
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Lowell said cheerfully. “I don’t get recognized too terribly often, unless someone likes watching music videos or flips through the album booklet,” Lowell said. As much as he enjoyed his adoring fans, he actually liked being able to go out and go shopping without hoards of fangirls swooping down on him. “You’re a school teacher? What do you teach?”
***
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.” Gwen said with a smile. “Not as much fun as some other careers but it’s an adventure everyday with my students.”
***
“Oh, I’m sure it’s plenty of fun,” Lowell assured her. “Hanging out with children is always a blast. Besides, they need someone to fill their heads with letters and numbers instead of the rot I put in there.” He winked.
***
“You wouldn’t be saying that it was a blast if you had to clean up after crafts time,” Gwen said, looking away from him as her phone went off. “I’m sorry - I have to go. It was great running into you though.” She needed to go and try to head off some crisis at the apartment complex. Someone had done something to their front door and her roommate was freaking out over it.
“If I run into you again - I promise I won’t mistake you for someone else again.”
***
“Isn’t that what the kids are there for? Just make them do all the work,” he said, with a cheeky grin. He did have enough experience with kids to know that that would probably be more work than just cleaning it up yourself though.
“I should hope not! I like to think I’m pretty memorable,” he said. “It was nice meeting you, Gwen. I hope the crisis isn’t too bad.”