Lucky - Jeff Atkins
Haiii!! I love your blog BTW! May I please have a Jeff Atkins imagine where y/n is a really good singer so as a surprise, he goes to one of her performances (she sings at Monet’s as a job) and he starts cheering for her being so supportive? (If you do characteristics of the reader, can you make her darkskin, Ie, big puffy hair, “her chocolate skin seemed to shine under the lights”) if that is okay. And lastly, can she be singing any song of your choice! Thank you!-
hey b! thank you! so i basically did it but minus the characteristics just because i like to write it as neutral as i can! the song is lucky by jason mraz, i hope you enjoy!
“You really can’t make it?” i said, sighing into the phone.
i put my guitar into the case as i switched my phone to my other ear.
“I told you, baseball practice is running late because Monty didn’t show. I’m so sorry babe.” jeff sighed into the phone, i could hear that he was upset.
i took a deep breath before answering him, “Well it’s the thought that counts. I’m still gonna do great so sadly, you’ll have to miss another amazing performance.”
he laughed before responding, “I’m sure I can get you to play me a song later. Good luck, you’re gonna kill it.”
i smiled a bit, he is always so supportive. “I will. Have fun at practice!”
we said our goodbyes and i ended the call and finished getting ready.
monet’s was having an open mic night with a little bit of a cash prize and i knew there was no harm in at least trying.
on my way over, i was still a little upset that jeff was going to miss another performance. everyone wants their significant other cheering them on when they do something they love.
i settled down and watched the acts who were also amazing. once it was my turn jeff still wasn’t here.
i pouted a bit but hey, the show must go on.
i grabbed my guitar and as i got on stage. i quietly set up.
i starting the beginning of lucky by jason mraz and right before the chorus hit i heard the bell ring above the door.
i keep you with me in my heart, you make it easier when life gets hard. i looked over and smiled wide at him.
he gave me a thumbs up and stood to the side of the stage grinning.
lucky I’m in love with my best friend
lucky to have been where I have been
lucky to be coming home again
i’m lucky we’re in love in every way
lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
lucky to be coming home someday
and i finished the rest of the song and heard jeff cheering the loudest. i hopped off the stool and walked over to him hugging him tightly.
he grabbed my guitar from me and hugged back, squeezing me tightly.
he mumbled into my hair, you did amazing babe.
i smiled and pulled back, “i thought practice was running late?”
“i ran some extra laps to leave early, coach knew i came to practice early.” he said kissing my head. “Plus, I needed to see this beautiful performance from my beautiful singer.”
i smiled even more and hugged him again, “Well, lucky I’m in love with my best friend, right?”
he laughed, “Extra lucky.”