pvrahoy! // Lynn Gunn Imagine

Now Boarding

||LYNN||

Lynn nervously approaches the line to board the cruise ship. She's got her shades on and her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail and tucked into the back of a baseball cap. It's not the way she usually wears her hair and she hopes that the difference will be enough to get her through the mass of people who are excitedly chattering and waiting to board.

"Cute hat!" a girl calls over to her from beside her as Lynn joins up with the pre-queue.

Lynn turns, trying not to feel too jumpy. No one's gonna recognize you right now, there's too much going on. "Thanks," Lynn smiles, glancing at the girl who seems to be in her teens. She's sporting all kinds of Paramore beachwear.

"You a big fan?" she gestures to the hat.

"Hm?" Lynn starts, almost taking off the hat to see what the girl was talking about, before remembering that Blake had given her a Paramore cap before she'd left. To blend in a little more, as he put it. "Oh! Yeah, you could say that! I'm partial to their older stuff though."

The girl nods in contemplation, then puts up a finger like she's about to spout some great fount of wisdom. "Hayley Williams is a goddess and can do no wrong, ever."

Lynn can't help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. Sounds like some of my fans. "You're a fan, obviously," she says, still smiling.

"Yep! The biggest," she bounces on her toes for a second. "I've been to so many of their shows and have met Hayley like, three times already!"

"Well, it seems like you're going to have a lot of fun," Lynn says, nodding to the line ahead as it shifts forward.

"Yeah!" the girl exclaims, flashing a quick wave to Lynn before she gets swept up in the swell of the surge, the movement of the line pushing her out of sight.

See, Lynn told herself, Everyone's here for Paramore. The guys are right - no one's gonna recognize me. I really should just use this time to relax and unwind from the touring stress.