NHL Imagines (REQUESTS OPEN)

Matt Duchene

You work at a local bar in Denver that all the players go to after the game. Your job is to sing at the bar. Every night your eye is always caught by the one and only Matt Duchene. He never seems to be interested in you, even though you try everything for him to notice you. Matt gets too caught up with his teammates. Tonight though you had a good feeling about tonight. And if he doesn't notice you with the songs you normally sing, he would definitely notice you with the song you chose to close with.

Matt, and all of his teammates walk into the bar while you are just about to start. Tonight he actually sat two tables back from the stage.

"Hey how are you doing tonight everyone?" you ask, and the crowd cheers.

"That sound like a good things. So tonight I'm going to be singing only 10 songs." you say.

Your set list is "Did You Hear the Rain" by George Ezra, "Someone New" by Hozier, "I Know You" by Skylar Grey, "Flashlight" by Jessie J, "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift, "Talking Body" by Tove Lo, "Ghost Town" by Adam Lambert, "Worth It" by Fifth Harmony, "I Really Like You" by Carly Rae Jepsen, and finally "I Wish" by Cher Lloyd. All of these songs you put your own tone on them so that the pop songs sound more acoustic.

"Ey

Ha ha

Make a wish girl

You deserve it (uh huh)

Yeah

Baby, I seen the chick you're with

Wish that I never did

Uh freakin' perfect and five foot ten

Just wanna punch her lip, yeah

'Cause I know I've been wasting time

Trying to catch your eye, uh

Yeah I know that I been so blind

Thinking that I'm your type

And now I'm at home, I'm all alone

'Bout to pick up the telephone

Got to call my genie so he knows, yeah

I wish I was tall, I wish I was fast

Wish I could shop with a bag full of cash

'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that

(Come, come kiss me boy)

I wish I had style, I wish I had flash

Wish I woke up with a butt and a rack

'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that

(Come, come kiss me boy)

Uh-huh, yeah

Baby, I'm gonna keep it real

Boy you're the one I want

Uh, I don't own any five inch heels

Just got my Nikes on

Yeah, never thought I was insecure

Boy look at what you done (what you done)

I don't know what I studied for

Clearly I like 'em dumb

And now I'm at home I'm all alone,

'Bout to pick up the telephone

Got to call my genie so he knows, (so he knows)

Yeah