Hyper-realistic cinematic portrait of a packed late-night karaoke bar: center stage three instantly recognizable iconic performers — Jim Morrison with shoulder-length wavy dark hair, penetrating sea-green eyes, stubble, wearing a fitted black leather jacket, vintage suede pants and a slightly undone shirt, confident stance and a smoldering, magnetic stage presence; Elvis Presley with a glossy pompadour hairdo, strong jawline, signature curled lip smile, wearing a dark velvet jacket with a subtle rhinestone collar, rolled sleeves and tapered trousers, holding an old-school chrome microphone with effortless swagger; Janis Joplin with wild curly hair, round tinted sunglasses perched on her nose, bare feet, layered bohemian necklaces and a fringed suede vest over a floral blouse, raw emotional intensity in her open-mouthed note, one hand gripping the mic stand, the other raised to the crowd. They occupy a small raised wooden stage against a backdrop of a blood-red velvet curtain and a flickering neon "Karaoke" sign; vintage concert posters and peeling wallpaper line the walls, beer bottles and ashtrays crowd the battered bar, a mirror behind the bar reflecting scattered stage lights, and a small disco ball casts soft speckles across the room. The patrons — a diverse, multi-ethnic crowd of startled and shocked bar-goers — react in vivid, narrative detail: a bartender frozen with a dropped pint, a young woman clutching her handbag with wide eyes, an older man mid-exhale of cigarette smoke, a pair of friends leaning back in chairs with mouths agape, a teenager lifting a phone to record, a spilled cocktail catching light; expressions range from disbelief to reverent awe, each face sharply individualized with deep wrinkles, freckles, tattoos, and varied streetwear. Mood: electric, surreal and tense — an uncanny collision of reverence and chaos, as if time folded and three legends spontaneously commandeered karaoke night.subtle lens flare on chrome mic,