Final Fantasy Talent Show.
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny.
Disclaimer: All songs used are property of their respectful owners. The characters of FF6-10 are not mine, they belong the SquareSoft, the almighty god.
A/N: This is a little thing I came up with while I was brainstorming ideas for my new serious (*GASP*) fic. Enjoy!
Chapter 1.
FF8
A little green imp runs onto stage, holding a microphone in it's right hand. "Welcome to The Final Fantasy Talent Show!" Cheers come from the audience and the imp smiles. "Our first contestants are Squall Leonheart, Seifer Almasy, Irvine Kinneas, Zell Dincht, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, and Selphie Tillmitt from Balamb! Let's give them a stupedous welcome!"
The crowd went wild as the imp quickly left the stage and the curtains rose. In one corner stood Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie. And in the other corner stood Squall, Seifer, and Irvine. In the middle stood Zell, holding a blue electric gutair. Music started to play and the spotlights shone on everyone.
"Give it to me baby," The three girls sang meloudisly to the guys.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" The boys replied.
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"And all the girlys say I'm pretty fly for a white guy," Zell belted out, and started to play on the gutair. Loud "THUMPS" could be heard in the audience as girls swooned over Zell.
"Uno, dos, trece, quatro, cinco cinco seis." Irvine stood away from the group and walked up to the front of the stage, just behind Zell, a microphone in his hand.
"You know it's kind of hard just to get along today, our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway. He may not have a clue where, and he may not have style, but everything he lacks, well he makes up in denial!" Irvine sang the words proudly as everyone went into the chorus.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know the way, for you know the way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake*. The world needs wannabe's, so hey, hey, do that brand new thing." Irvine backed up and took his place back into the corner.
"Give it to me baby," The girls sang once again.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby!" The tone went slightly higher.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"And all the girlys say I'm pretty fly--" Zell belted out once again, but the girls interrupted him.
"For a white guy," They said tauntingly. Seifer pushed Squall to the front of the stage where Irvine stood before. Squall looked around nervously.
"He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice, but they didn't have Ice Cube, so he bought Vanilla Ice. Now cruising on his T-board, he sees homies as he pass, but if he looks twice, they're gonna kick his lily ass!" It was no surprise that Squall didn't want to sing, for he sang terribly off tune. He sheepishly backed into his place with Seifer and Irvine as everyone started the chourus again.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know the way, for you know the way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake. The world needs wannabe's, so hey, hey, do that brand new thing." Seifer stole Squall's microphone and Squall's eyes started to water. With a smirk, he walked to the front of the stage.
"Now he's getting a tattoo yeah, he's gettin' ink done, he asked for a circle, but they drew a weird loopedy loop thing. Friends say he's trying too hard, and he's not quite hip, but in his own mind, he's, the dopest trip!" Seifer sang magnificintly and turned around to see Squall crying like a baby. Seifer took his place back with the two and Irvine finally quieted Squall down.
"Give it to me baby..." The girls sang nervously, looking over at the sniffing, red-eyed Squall.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"So--" They started the chourus but Seifer ran to the front of the stage holding a microphone.
"And all the girlys say Zell is pretty fly for a chicken-wuss!" Seifer sang proudly and Zell shot him a death glare.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Zell screamed and rose his fists. Everyone nervously sang the chourus as if nothing was going on.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know way, for you know way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake..." Zell was already running around the stage chasing Seifer as Seifer was running away from him laughing like a mad-mad.
"The world needs wannabe's, the world loves wannabe's, so let's get some more wannabe's, and hey, hey, do that brand new thing!" They sang the rest of the chorus louder than ever and Seifer and Zell made it to the front of the stage. Zell had his back facing the audience, and Seifer stood a little farther away. Seifer had an evil grin on his face and slowly inched closer to Zell. Finally they were about an inch away from eachother, and Seifer gently pushed Zell's shoulder with his index finger. Zell lost his balance and fell, the hundreds of fans carrying him away.
"HELP ME!!!" Zell cried out to Seifer, but Seifer only stood on the stage laughing.
"Wow, uh...wasn't that great?!" The imp yelled to the audience, walking back on stage as the curtains fell back down. "Anyways, comming up next, the people from FF7!"
*Rumor has it that Edea killed Ricky Lake, married her husband, and stole her talkshow. That is why her last name is now Lake.
Song- Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)- OffSpring.
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny.
Disclaimer: All songs used are property of their respectful owners. The characters of FF6-10 are not mine, they belong the SquareSoft, the almighty god.
A/N: This is a little thing I came up with while I was brainstorming ideas for my new serious (*GASP*) fic. Enjoy!
Chapter 1.
FF8
A little green imp runs onto stage, holding a microphone in it's right hand. "Welcome to The Final Fantasy Talent Show!" Cheers come from the audience and the imp smiles. "Our first contestants are Squall Leonheart, Seifer Almasy, Irvine Kinneas, Zell Dincht, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, and Selphie Tillmitt from Balamb! Let's give them a stupedous welcome!"
The crowd went wild as the imp quickly left the stage and the curtains rose. In one corner stood Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie. And in the other corner stood Squall, Seifer, and Irvine. In the middle stood Zell, holding a blue electric gutair. Music started to play and the spotlights shone on everyone.
"Give it to me baby," The three girls sang meloudisly to the guys.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" The boys replied.
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"And all the girlys say I'm pretty fly for a white guy," Zell belted out, and started to play on the gutair. Loud "THUMPS" could be heard in the audience as girls swooned over Zell.
"Uno, dos, trece, quatro, cinco cinco seis." Irvine stood away from the group and walked up to the front of the stage, just behind Zell, a microphone in his hand.
"You know it's kind of hard just to get along today, our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway. He may not have a clue where, and he may not have style, but everything he lacks, well he makes up in denial!" Irvine sang the words proudly as everyone went into the chorus.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know the way, for you know the way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake*. The world needs wannabe's, so hey, hey, do that brand new thing." Irvine backed up and took his place back into the corner.
"Give it to me baby," The girls sang once again.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby!" The tone went slightly higher.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"And all the girlys say I'm pretty fly--" Zell belted out once again, but the girls interrupted him.
"For a white guy," They said tauntingly. Seifer pushed Squall to the front of the stage where Irvine stood before. Squall looked around nervously.
"He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice, but they didn't have Ice Cube, so he bought Vanilla Ice. Now cruising on his T-board, he sees homies as he pass, but if he looks twice, they're gonna kick his lily ass!" It was no surprise that Squall didn't want to sing, for he sang terribly off tune. He sheepishly backed into his place with Seifer and Irvine as everyone started the chourus again.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know the way, for you know the way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake. The world needs wannabe's, so hey, hey, do that brand new thing." Seifer stole Squall's microphone and Squall's eyes started to water. With a smirk, he walked to the front of the stage.
"Now he's getting a tattoo yeah, he's gettin' ink done, he asked for a circle, but they drew a weird loopedy loop thing. Friends say he's trying too hard, and he's not quite hip, but in his own mind, he's, the dopest trip!" Seifer sang magnificintly and turned around to see Squall crying like a baby. Seifer took his place back with the two and Irvine finally quieted Squall down.
"Give it to me baby..." The girls sang nervously, looking over at the sniffing, red-eyed Squall.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Give it to me baby."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"So--" They started the chourus but Seifer ran to the front of the stage holding a microphone.
"And all the girlys say Zell is pretty fly for a chicken-wuss!" Seifer sang proudly and Zell shot him a death glare.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Zell screamed and rose his fists. Everyone nervously sang the chourus as if nothing was going on.
"So don't debate, a player straight, you know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real, for you know way, for you know way-ay. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, at least you'll know you can always go on Edea Lake..." Zell was already running around the stage chasing Seifer as Seifer was running away from him laughing like a mad-mad.
"The world needs wannabe's, the world loves wannabe's, so let's get some more wannabe's, and hey, hey, do that brand new thing!" They sang the rest of the chorus louder than ever and Seifer and Zell made it to the front of the stage. Zell had his back facing the audience, and Seifer stood a little farther away. Seifer had an evil grin on his face and slowly inched closer to Zell. Finally they were about an inch away from eachother, and Seifer gently pushed Zell's shoulder with his index finger. Zell lost his balance and fell, the hundreds of fans carrying him away.
"HELP ME!!!" Zell cried out to Seifer, but Seifer only stood on the stage laughing.
"Wow, uh...wasn't that great?!" The imp yelled to the audience, walking back on stage as the curtains fell back down. "Anyways, comming up next, the people from FF7!"
*Rumor has it that Edea killed Ricky Lake, married her husband, and stole her talkshow. That is why her last name is now Lake.
Song- Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)- OffSpring.