Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII or any of it's characters. I also don't own the song "Sing For The Moment." It belongs to Eminem, the most truthful and honest entertainer out there.
A/N: This came to me while I was listening to Eminem's CD "The Eminem Show." I know none of this happened to Seifer, and it doesn't make much sense even if you do try to put it into the game somewhere; Seifer was in an orphanage when he was little. But it seems to me if this were to happen to someone, it would be Seifer. He's so misunderstood and something like this would explain his actions. I wrote a music video for Silent Hill 2 and was told it was really good, so I decided to try a second one. Also, don't think of this as a song fic. Imagine it as an actual music video. And this would be a better experience if you listened to the song while reading, or at least know what the song sounds like. Please review and let me know what you think.
A/N 2: In every scene Eminem is in, he sings, unless otherwise noted.
These ideas are nightmares to white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
(Cut to Eminem seated on the steps on the very house.)
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
(Cut to Seifer. A woman, his mother, steps into his room, saying his name. She looks depressed and exhausted. Seifer ignores her.)
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
(She puts her hands on her hips, getting angry with him. She walks over and pulls the headphones from his ears.)
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
(He glares up at her, grabbing the headphones back out of her hands and pushing roughly past her.)
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about his f-ckin' dad walkin' out
(He goes downstairs to where a man, his stepfather, is seated at the kitchen table.)
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
(Cut to Eminem on the steps.)
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
(Cut to Seifer. His stepfather points at him accusingly and motions upstairs, yelling.)
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
(Seifer starts yelling back, causing an uproar.)
Talkin' black, he's brainwashed from rock and rap
(His mother comes down the steps upset. She places a hand on Seifer's shoulder, trying to calm him down. He shakes off her grasp and turns to leave.)
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
(He starts down the steps where Eminem is. However, he cannot see or hear Eminem, and he also passes right through him as if he were a ghost.)
His stepfather hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
(Flashback. A previous argument between Seifer and his stepfather is shown. His stepfather hits him across the face for being cocky, and Seifer punches him in the face in return. End flashback.)
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just lets his emotions go
(Eminem stands up and follows Seifer down the street.)
C'mon, sing it with me, sing, sing for the years, sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
(Flashback. Seifer is only an infant, and his real father is holding him. End flashback.)
C'mon, sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
(Flashback. Seifer is now two years old and crying hysterically. His mother and father are in a terrible arugment. All of a sudden, his father just leaves. End flashback.)
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
(Eminem follows Seifer down the street to a different part of the neighborhood.)
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
(Seifer walks up to a group of older teenagers, all with cigarettes and bottles of whiskey.)
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
(He gives them low-fives and is passed a cigarette and a bottle.)
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
(He is also handed a gun. He's hesitant, but he takes it as well,)
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothaf-cka, they can be great
(Eminem is standing with his arms folded, shaking his head disapprovingly.)
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
(Cut to an alley. Seifer is standing with the same gun in his hands, a fallen body in front of him. His eyes are widened, like he can't believe what he just did.)
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
(Sirens can be heard. Seifer drops the gun and flees, running through Eminem in the process.)
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
(He stops dead in his tracks as he sees the group he was previously with being arrested violently.)
Now how the f-ck did this metamorphosis happen
(Zoom in on Seifer's face. It morphs into the present 18 year old Seifer and then zooms out to show his entire body.)
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
(Zoom out more to show Seifer is standing in Balamb Garden. Eminem can be seen seated on the bench behind him.)
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
(A smirk appears on his face as he looks around the main hall.)
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
(Cut to Balamb Garden in shambles. Fire is licking the air everywhere. People are fighting and running around frantically. It is a scene of the Balamb/Galbadia battle.)
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
(Cut to a different area of Balamb Garden. Seifer is being violently beaten by shadowed men.)
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
(The camera angle switches and it can be seen that Seifer's attackers are the men that were arrested years ago, his previous friends.)
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
(Flashback. Seifer is holding Rinoa in front of Adel's chamber, a menacing look on his face. End flashback.)
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
(The largest of the men grabs Seifer by the throat, holding him against the wall. He pulls out a gun and points it at his stomach, demanding something.)
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
(Eminem is shown walking down the hall leading to where Seifer is.)
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
(Eminem stops walking, and winces as a gunshot is heard. Cut to Seifer, who is standing over the man's body. He had a gun of his own and used it.)
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
(Cut to a courtroom. Seifer is standing anxiously beside his defense attorney in a suit. Eminem is seated in a chair beside him with his feet up on the desk.)
If I'm such a f-ckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
(Cut to the judge. He says a few words.)
If it's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal, how the f-ck can I raise a little girl?
(Cut back to Seifer. After hearing the judge's decision, he closes his eyes and shakes his head, a terrible expression on his face.)
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you
(Two policemen come and handcuff Seifer and take him away.)
C'mon, sing it with me, sing, sing for the years, sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
(Cut to Seifer lying on a cot in a gloomy jail cell. He closes his eyes and a flashback of his mother and father fighting viciously is shown.)
C'mon, sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
(Seifer stands up and walks over to the bars, hanging his arms out of them. The camera zooms out and Eminem is standing on the other side, not singing, but bobbing his head to the music.)
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
(Close up of Seifer's face through the bars.)
Well can it load up a gun for you and cock it too?
(Cut to Eminem, who is singing, aiming the lyrics at Seifer, unbeknownst to him.)
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
(Eminem grabs onto the bars and shakes them, attempting to try harder to be noticed by Seifer.)
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
(Flashback. Twelve year old Seifer flashes the gun he was given by the group and pockets it. End flashback.)
And they wanna get one cause they think the shit's cool
(Seifer steps away from the bars and sits back down on the cot, burying his face in his hands.)
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the sh-t's affecting' our sales, you ignoramus
(Clips of Seifer murdering someone in the alley are shown.)
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail, it's f-cked up ain't it?
(Flashback. Seifer is two or three years old and is peering out of his room at night. He sees shadows of his parents fighting, and soon, the fight becomes physical. End flashback.)
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f-ckin' thing that we wanted
(Cut to Eminem back on the steps of Seifer's house.)
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing except for a dream and a f-ckin' rap magazine
(Flashback. Twelve year old Seifer goes downstairs one morning for breakfast. All he finds though is an empty kitchen, no food prepared, and no family members either. End flashback.)
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
(Eminem is walking through the halls of the jail.)
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
(Flashback. Seifer and Quistis are talking and laughing back at Balamb Garden. End flashback.)
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives till they sit and they cry wishin' they'd die
(Flashback. A twleve year old Seifer is sobbing in his room while no one is around. End flashback.)
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe, we're nothin' to you but we're the f-ckin' shit in they eyes
(Cut to Seifer in the cell. He has his chin in his hands and his eyes are ever so slightly moist.)
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
(Cut to Eminem, who is staring straight into the camera as he sings.)
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you can hear in our songs and we can
(Cut to Seifer in the cell. Tears are now rolling down his cheeks and he begins sobbing uncontrollably.)
C'mon, sing it with me, sing, sing for the years, sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
(Seifer is writing a letter in his cell as tears still roll down his face. The camera flashes what he is writing. "Daddy, I miss you," it reads.)
C'mon, sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
("Maybe if you hadn't left I wouldn't be in this mess," he writes.)
C'mon, sing it with me, sing, sing for the years, sing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
("I was given this miserable life just so you could leave your wife," he continues.)
C'mon, sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
("Would you tell Quistis I loved her, and that I hope what I'm gonna do won't crush her," he finishes.)
(As the song finishes, the camera cuts to a tombstone, shown from behind so the name can't be read. A woman approaches it. As she comes closer, she can be recognized as Quistis. She is holding a single rose, and has tears rolling down her cheeks. The camera turns and the name on the tombstone can now be read. "Seifer Almasy. May your rest be that of peace." She places the rose on the grave and turns away, walking through Eminem, who has been there the whole time.)
Well? Like it or hate it, it's something I felt I had to do. I like it anyway, and that's really all that should matter, but I'd like to hear what all of you think too. But please be kind. If you didn't like it, that's fine, but you don't have to be cruel about it.