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Title: You Had to Sneak into my Room
Author: Me...E*A
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Smiths/Good Charlotte
Pairing: Morrissey/Joel Madden
Summary: Joel meets his idol.
WARNING: Graphic.
Disclaimer: This is completely fake...completely. Face it: it's just too good to be true. But anyway...it's fake like Santa...sorry to burst your proverbial bubble.
“Why can’t you get every take like that, Joel?” Benji asked over the intercom. Good Charlotte had been working night and day on their new album. Everything was coming together nicely, except for that one damn song Joel just couldn’t nail.
Joel sighed and slipped adjusted his headphones. “Sorry.” He said shyly. He couldn’t believe he had just gotten down that verse. It had taken him literally days to figure out how to get it right. He looked down at the lyric sheet he had sitting in front of him. He still had three more verses to record and four more choruses. He was dreading the chorus, it was the hardest part of the whole song.
Benji frowned. “Why are you saying ‘sorry’? That take was perfect.”
“No, it’s just…sorry I can’t get this song, that’s what I meant.” Joel let his knees bend. He was getting tired of standing up. He hadn’t sat down in nearly an hour. He let his eyes wander around the recording space. It was small and there were far too many people in the room.
Benji and Joel had felt a spark of creativity earlier that morning around 3 AM and decided to go into the studio. The twins knew that Billy was going to be in there working on his guitar parts with their producer, Eric Valentine, and they just figured it would be a good time for them to go in and try to get that one last song down.
Joel had been working on and off on the song all morning. It was nearing 8 AM when the singer finally recorded the first verse. Billy had curled up on the small couch and drifted off to sleep. Eric had let the studio technician head home and Eric was working the boards as Joel recorded mistake after mistake of that first verse.
“I need a break for a minute,” Joel announced and slipped his headphones off. Even though he had recorded that verse, he was still so discouraged with the song. He was just ready to toss his towel in and scrap the song right off the album.
Joel walked through door and into the small space where Benji and Eric sat. “Joel, let’s just keep it rolling. Maybe that one take will just, I don’t know, open the flood gates. Why don’t we just go onto the chorus, you know, take advantage of the moment?” Eric suggested. He was used to staying up all night, but even he just wanted to get that song recorded as quickly as possible.
“No, I really need a break. This song is just giving me a headache.” Joel grabbed his jacket off the back of one of the chairs and slid it over his body. Eric and Benji looked like they were about to protest or even grab him and keep him captive in the studio, but Joel quickly walked out the door before either of them could say anything against it.
To be honest, Joel didn’t even know where he was going. He just needed to get out of that stuffy studio and away from that bastard of a song. The place where the boys were recording had something like six recording studios and eight practice spaces that were connected by a maze of hallways that dawned gold records and fake plants, it seemed to be a staple in studios.
Joel walked into the men’s room and starred at himself in the mirror for a moment. He was beating himself up over that damn song. The door to the bathroom squeaked open and a tall man with brown hair walked in and over to the sink next to Joel to wash his hands. The men exchanged smiles with each other.
“Aren’t you in that band, oh, Good Charlotte, right?” The man asked. He seemed a little old and he had a very southern accent.
Joel nodded. “Yeah, I am. We’re working on our new album right now.”
The man smiled. “My niece loves you guys. She’ll be glad to know there’s a new album coming out soon.” He dried his hands off. “I’m Vern I’m in the practice studio across the hall.”
“You’re in a band?”
“Yeah, we’re going over a couple of songs for our tour.” The man paused. “Morrissey. We’re his back up band.”
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Title: You Had to Sneak into my Room
Author: Me...E*A
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Smiths/Good Charlotte
Pairing: Morrissey/Joel Madden
Summary: Joel meets his idol.
WARNING: Graphic.
Disclaimer: This is completely fake...completely. Face it: it's just too good to be true. But anyway...it's fake like Santa...sorry to burst your proverbial bubble.
“Why can’t you get every take like that, Joel?” Benji asked over the intercom. Good Charlotte had been working night and day on their new album. Everything was coming together nicely, except for that one damn song Joel just couldn’t nail.
Joel sighed and slipped adjusted his headphones. “Sorry.” He said shyly. He couldn’t believe he had just gotten down that verse. It had taken him literally days to figure out how to get it right. He looked down at the lyric sheet he had sitting in front of him. He still had three more verses to record and four more choruses. He was dreading the chorus, it was the hardest part of the whole song.
Benji frowned. “Why are you saying ‘sorry’? That take was perfect.”
“No, it’s just…sorry I can’t get this song, that’s what I meant.” Joel let his knees bend. He was getting tired of standing up. He hadn’t sat down in nearly an hour. He let his eyes wander around the recording space. It was small and there were far too many people in the room.
Benji and Joel had felt a spark of creativity earlier that morning around 3 AM and decided to go into the studio. The twins knew that Billy was going to be in there working on his guitar parts with their producer, Eric Valentine, and they just figured it would be a good time for them to go in and try to get that one last song down.
Joel had been working on and off on the song all morning. It was nearing 8 AM when the singer finally recorded the first verse. Billy had curled up on the small couch and drifted off to sleep. Eric had let the studio technician head home and Eric was working the boards as Joel recorded mistake after mistake of that first verse.
“I need a break for a minute,” Joel announced and slipped his headphones off. Even though he had recorded that verse, he was still so discouraged with the song. He was just ready to toss his towel in and scrap the song right off the album.
Joel walked through door and into the small space where Benji and Eric sat. “Joel, let’s just keep it rolling. Maybe that one take will just, I don’t know, open the flood gates. Why don’t we just go onto the chorus, you know, take advantage of the moment?” Eric suggested. He was used to staying up all night, but even he just wanted to get that song recorded as quickly as possible.
“No, I really need a break. This song is just giving me a headache.” Joel grabbed his jacket off the back of one of the chairs and slid it over his body. Eric and Benji looked like they were about to protest or even grab him and keep him captive in the studio, but Joel quickly walked out the door before either of them could say anything against it.
To be honest, Joel didn’t even know where he was going. He just needed to get out of that stuffy studio and away from that bastard of a song. The place where the boys were recording had something like six recording studios and eight practice spaces that were connected by a maze of hallways that dawned gold records and fake plants, it seemed to be a staple in studios.
Joel walked into the men’s room and starred at himself in the mirror for a moment. He was beating himself up over that damn song. The door to the bathroom squeaked open and a tall man with brown hair walked in and over to the sink next to Joel to wash his hands. The men exchanged smiles with each other.
“Aren’t you in that band, oh, Good Charlotte, right?” The man asked. He seemed a little old and he had a very southern accent.
Joel nodded. “Yeah, I am. We’re working on our new album right now.”
The man smiled. “My niece loves you guys. She’ll be glad to know there’s a new album coming out soon.” He dried his hands off. “I’m Vern I’m in the practice studio across the hall.”
“You’re in a band?”
“Yeah, we’re going over a couple of songs for our tour.” The man paused. “Morrissey. We’re his back up band.”
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