Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

This next imagine is based a good deal on a Here's Lucy episode (starring Lucille Ball) called Lucy and Donny Osborn. I do no meant to do any copy-write issues. I just loved the idea.

Also, in all my imagines, just forget he ever married. None of his wives ever existed (unless otherwise mentioned). I'm sure many of his female fans shall have no trouble imagining that. I know I don't. Also, any concerts or anything involving dates are pretty much fictional. So sit back and ENJOY!

sarahlet2999

P.S. I am American and Southern so I do not know how the English talk. Sorry to all who do. My southern accent obvious and sometimes leaks through my typing, expressions and such. So, just imagine his perfect accent. I'm sure you can do it.

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(Your POV)

I closed my eyes and kept rocking out to the song that was playing on the radio. This was a major night for me. My friend had invited me to a concert by my ALL TIME FAVORITE singer, David Bowie. My excitement meter was going through the roof! She had bought the tickets and I had done everything in my power to make it so I could go. And it had worked! Tonight was the night!

Half my closet was lying on my floor and I couldn't find a thing to wear! The doorbell rang but I didn't hear it. My mind was filled with a certain handsome man in his late thirties with a pair of mismatched blue eyes I absolutely adored.

I was completely shocked out of my skin when I heard a voice said,

"Earth to (YN). Earth to (YN)!" I jolted and looked at her. She had her hands on her hips and was glaring.

"I'm here." I said with a laugh. She snorted as she laughed.

"No, you're not. You're away wherever you go when you think about David Bowie. Now, why aren't you dressed?" I grinned and looked around.

"Well, I want to look nice. You know me." She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I should. After all the years we've been friends. Now, how about this?" She showed me a nice pair of torn jeans with a pretty tee-shirt. I took it from her and changed in the bathroom. It work and looked nice. She had always been able to help me.

She wasn't insane over David Bowie. I mean, she liked his music, thought he handsome, and enjoyed his movies and such but wasn't one for going nuts over him like I was. She had other guys whom she liked. I was okay with that. It was her choice. But, she knew how to make me fangirl. Insanely fangirl. It was good and bad.

I brushed my hair and pulled it back then joined her in the living room. After grabbing my purse, I said,

"I'm ready." She grinned and we walked out to her car. Thirty minutes later, we were standing in line for the concert. My stomach was knotting in my stomach and I was going to pieces. This was THE David Bowie!

We finally had found our places. RIGHT BY THE STAGE! I was starting to freak out. Thank goodness for my friend's mostly level head. She dragged me there and I was twisting my fingers together in unison with my stomach. She rolled her eyes at me and then the stage went dark.

The show had begun.

Several hours later, and bunch of screaming and fangirling later, Bowie said in that perfect English accent,

"Now, we shall have one last song. It's called Rebel Rebel!" The shouting was deafening, I being one of the louder shouters. He gave that perfect smile that sent shivers down my spine and the music started. Halfway through the song, he did the strangest thing.

He locked eyes with me.

And didn't break the contact.

And didn't break the contact.

This went on for nearly a minute. The look on his face was pricelessly beautiful and our staring contest was only broken when my friend nudged me and I glanced at her. By the time I had looked back his eyes had moved somewhere else. My heart plummeted and I barely remembered anything of the rest of the performance.

When it was over we left and I just focused on the sidewalk as we walked towards the car. My friend looked at me and said,

"You okay? You look... pretty bad." I looked up at her and explained what had happened. She just nodded and hugged me. I didn't know why it affected me so much. It shouldn't have. I'm sure he had done it with many crazy fans before. But, something in his eyes made me feel so special. But, maybe I had just imagined it all.

My friend nudged me in the shoulder and said,

"Hey, why don't we go get something to eat? I'm starved." I nodded, glad for something to take my mind off of what had happened.

"Same here. Where?" There were quite a few restaurant in the area but my friend knew more about each then I did.

She led me towards a very quaint looking cafe and soon we were seated. After ordering, we fell silent.

Our food came and we started to eat in silence. We weren't the kind that completely acted weird and freaked out about things. Not to mention, I couldn't stop thinking about those few seconds our eyes had been locked.

Suddenly, my friend's face paled and she swallowed. I gave her a weird look and she nodded behind me.

My first impulse was to turn around and looked. So I did. And, instantly almost regretted it.

Standing at the counter of the cafe was David Bowie. He was smiling at the waitress and she was blushing and flirting. It got on my nerves. I wanted to go over and ask for his autograph and so on but I couldn't. My shyness was coming through.

My friend watched me and sighed.

"YN, do you want to go get his autograph? This is the opportunity of a lifetime!" I nodded as I recognized it was.

"I know but I don't think I have the guts to do it." She rolled her eyes but knew that pushing would do no good.

"Fine, well, then I'll go get it for you." Before I could say anything, she stood up and walked towards the counter. I started at the pair as they spoke for a moment, as he signed a piece of paper, and as she returned.

I could barely speak when she handed me the piece of paper. I looked it over and gasped. It was his autograph and then a number with this note written at the bottom.

I noticed you in the crowd. This is my number. Call me sometime if you want. This is my personal phone.

He finished off the note with a smiley face. I looked back at him and he winked at me. I blushed as he walked out of the cafe. The rest of the night went through in a blur.

The next day I called him and we talked for several hours. It was the beginning a long, loving, and fruitful relationship between us. In fact, the place we are right now has a ring sitting on my finger. An engagement ring.