"If it sucks, it sucks," he said simply. "No one has to hear it. This is for us."
"This is for him," I corrected.
"For all of three us, then."
"Gael will probably want to hear it, at least," I said.
"If it's good, he'll probably insist Cherry Lips perform it."
I winced. "I don't know if that would be a good idea."
Morris tilted his head at me. "Why not?"
"Liam—" My throat closed up.
"What about him?"
"I don't think he'd enjoy performing a song like that. A song about Harper. A song composed by both of us."
"I think he would," Morris said.
"You don't know what went down. He…" I trailed off, not wanting to get into it.
"He was jealous of me," Morris said, surprising me. "He thought you were in love with me. He found out how wrong he'd been. Now he feels like shit."
My brow furrowed. "How do you know all that?"
"Liam called me."
I started. "What?"
"He called me," Morris repeated. "Told me everything."
"Why the hell would he do that?"
"To apologize." Morris came out from around the drum set and put his hands on my shoulders, making me look at him. "This was his idea."
"What was?"
"Us writing this song together. I could tell you didn't want to. I wasn't going to push. But Liam convinced me. Told me we should work together. Insisted, even. He said he knew how much I meant to you. How much you were still hurting. He knew I was the only person who would understand."
That speech was the most I'd heard Morris speak at once. The thought that Liam would go so far as to call him threw me off balance. To insist we work on a song together was both disconcerting and heart warming.
Liam was trying, in his own way, to prove he was sorry. To prove he trusted me.
"You want to get started?" Morris asked.
I nodded slowly. "Sure. Let's do it."
Morris got his messenger bag and pulled some sheets of music paper along with two pencils. A piece of card stock fell out along with the papers. Morris picked it up and began to shove it back into the bag.
I recognized it.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"This?" Morris examined the card. "A guy I know in the industry is getting married. Nat and I got an invitation a few days ago."
"Chad Emmerson?" I guessed.
