Piano Man
By Katrina Barancik
Disclaimer: I don't even come close to owning Final Fantasy, but Square Soft does. If they want to sue me I have a quarter and some lint. Nor do I own the song Piano Man, I just really like it.
Rating:PG, some language.
Summary: Reeve looks for another job.
Author's Note: Kay, this is the first fic I've put on the web, so I hope you like it.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
Sing us a song tonight.
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody,
And you got us feeling alright.
(Tifa's Seventh Heaven)
Reeve: Tifa, I need a job.
Tifa: I could always use a watress
Cid: Ha ha!
Reeve: Waiter, Tifa, waiter. Then Cid won't laugh at me so much.
Cid: No, I still will.
Tifa: Do you sing?
Reeve: Kinda. Why?
Tifa: Well, people keep throwing peanuts from the bar at the piano player because there's no one to sing while he plays.
Cid: Why don't you just stop putting peanuts at the bar?
Tifa: Because Cloud thinks it's funny when they throw stuff at him.
(Vincent sits at the bar next to Cid)
Cid: Hey, Vince.
Vincent: Did you see how many peanuts are on the floor?
Berret (o.s.): Stop throwing those damn peanuts!
Cloud (o.s): No, don't! Look how scared the piano player is! (laughs)
Tifa: He's so mean
Reeve: Okay I'll do it!
Tifa: Do what?
Reeve: Sing. I have the perfect song
(Everyone watches as he climbs onto the stage)
Cid (whispered to Vincent): 500Gil says he falls on his ass
Vincent (whispered): Deal.
Reeve: Hi everybody!
Everybody: Hi Reeve!
Cloud(o.s): Boo!
Tifa(o.s.): Shut up, Cloud!
Reeve; Ok, here's a little song I've always liked
Cid (o.s.):Fall, damn you!
(Piano Man music starts)
Reeve (sings): It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
The regular crowd shuffles in .
There's an old man sitting next to me,
Making love to his tonic and gin.
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory,
I'm not really sure how it goes.
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it compete
When I wore a younger man's cloths."
(The AVALANCHE gang sits at a table in front of the stage together)
Cloud: He's really good I dare you to throw a peanut at him, Cid.
Yuffie: Shhhh! We're missing the chorus
Cid: Everybody knows the chorus
Yuffie: I don't
Vincent: I'll teach it to you
Reeve (cont'd): Now, John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke,
But there's some place that he'd rather be.
He says, "Bill I believe this is killing me,"
As the smile ran away from his face,
"I know I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place."
Cid: He defenately should sing more often
Tifa: Well, he's got the job. At least he won't steal the toilet paper.
Cloud: I said I was sorry, but I needed it.
Cid: You built a bird house with it.
Reeve (cont'd):Now Paul is a real estate novelist,
who never had time for a wife.
And he's talking to Davey, whose still in the navy
And probably will be for life.
Now, the waitress is practicing politics
As the buisiness men slowly get stoned.
They all share a drink they call loneliness,
But it's better then drinking alone.
Cid: He ain't talking about us, is he?
Vincent: Well, we aren't business men
Yuffie; And we aren't slowly getting stoned
Cloud: Speak for yourself.
Reeve (cont'd): It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
As the manager gives me a smile, 'cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
to forget about life for a wile.
And the piano sounds like a carnival.
And the microphone smells like a beer.
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar.
And say, "Man what are you doing here?"
Cid: Wow!
(Audience gives Reeve a standing ovation)
Reeve: Thanks (Goes to the gang)
Tifa: That was great
Reeve: Am I hired?
Tifa: Hell yes!
Vincent: Cid, I believe you ow me 500Gill.
Cid: ##&^$$&^##
(Reeve falls on his ass)
Cid: I won!
THE END?
Yes, yes it is.
