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Muse: Swedish Actor and Musician Björn Andrésen Musician: American Singer/ Songwriter Janis Joplin Time: Early Seventies
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They could feel the chill of the outside elements through the thin glass of the studio's windows. A full day of singing should have left them beaten down, but they'd also had a full day of drinking, leaving spirits high and voices loud as ever.
All ill-dressed for the Nevada weather, Janis, Dayton and a few technicians were sat around in a cozy studio with a handful of new friends. They'd just finished recording a take for a number of Dayton's, a sweet little song called 'Something in the Way', which was a fan-favorite among the admittedly biased crowd.
"Where'd you get pipes like that?" One of the drunk stragglers hollered as the dirty-blond meandered out of the booth, carefully sliding the headphones off of his ears. The bloke was the kind of guy you could smell the booze on from a mile away, with coffee-stained teeth and tobacco musk. For whatever odd reason, Janis found him good company, likely because he was an acquaintance of the guests she actually liked.
"Dayton could always sing, I told you this, Billy," The brunette crooned from her spot draped over the embroidered couch, small specs of white fur from her vest floating in the surrounding air.
Dayton smiled but didn't speak, going to sit next to Janis and steal a puff of the cigarette burning away between her fingers. She didn't react when he did so, indulging herself in a swig of Southern Comfort as her entourage hollered on about nonsense.
McSmelly, the name Dayton had childishly given to the aforementioned drunken crony, had begun to smash horrid notes onto the keys of the modest piano that stood in the room, rasping out unintentionally incorrect lyrics to the songs of Frank Sinatra and the like. It amused Dayton and Janis, though for a different reason than the others.
Through the madness, Janis looked over at the blond, smoke bellowing out of her mouth as she spoke with the cig wedged between her teeth. "Do ya think you'll do some more takes, love?" She asked.
Dayton watched as she plucked the Marlboro from her mouth, handing it over to him as he cautiously accepted.
"I'm not sure," he spoke lowly, taking a puff. "I think so. I believe it's missing something."
Janis nodded, understanding, and left him to finish the cigarette while she joined her friends in their chanting by the piano. Her beau watched with a sad smile, wanting her to enjoy herself but feeling a little left out of their antics.
He wasn't sure how long had passed but at least ten songs had been sung from start to finish, some decorated with improvised lyrics and off-the-cuff piano solos. Dayton was getting sleepy and just wanted to finished up he song so he and Janis could go home; this was his studio session, after all.
