Stars on Broadway - Morgan Wallen

Chapter 43 - Morgan's Side

The door to Morgan's studio closed behind him with a soft click, but the quiet that followed was anything but peaceful. The hum of the air conditioning filled the space, but it couldn't drown out the noise in his head. Morgan sat on the edge of the leather couch, his guitar resting against his leg, but for the first time in a long time, he wasn't inspired to play.

It had been a week since he and Georgie decided to take a break, and the weight of that decision sat heavy on his chest. At first, he thought the space would help, give them both room to focus on their careers without the added pressure of a relationship that felt like it was stretching too thin. But instead of clarity, all Morgan felt was a growing emptiness where Georgie used to be.

Morgan picked up his phone, absentmindedly scrolling through social media, where videos and posts about Georgie and her collaboration with Luke Bryan were everywhere. He should've been happy for her—proud even—but all he felt was the sting of not being there by her side.

His best friend, Hardy, walked into the studio, guitar in hand. "You look like hell, man," Hardy said, dropping onto the couch across from him.

Morgan let out a hollow laugh, rubbing his hand over his face. "Yeah, I feel it too."

Hardy leaned back, watching him closely. "You've been quiet ever since the break. Want to talk about it?"

Morgan sighed, setting his phone down and leaning back against the couch. "I thought this would be easier," he admitted, his voice low. "I thought if we took a break, we'd both get the space we needed to figure things out. But now... I don't know, man. All I feel is lost."

Hardy nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You and Georgie... y'all have something special. It's not easy letting go of that, even if it's just for a little while."

"I don't want to let go," Morgan said, his voice cracking slightly. "But I felt like we didn't have a choice. Every time we tried to make time for each other, something came up. We were just... drifting."

"I get that," Hardy said. "But do you really think distance is going to fix it?"

Morgan stared at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess. "I don't know. I thought maybe focusing on music would help. But the truth is, everything I do feels empty without her. Even playing these damn songs... it's like something's missing."

Hardy leaned forward, strumming a few notes on his guitar. "You've been through breakups before, man. This one's hitting you harder."

Morgan nodded, the knot in his chest tightening. "Yeah. This one's different. Georgie's different."

The next few days passed in a blur of recording sessions and rehearsals, but no matter how much Morgan tried to throw himself into his work, his thoughts always drifted back to Georgie. He found himself scrolling through old photos of the two of them together, watching videos of their performances, and replaying the last conversation they had before they agreed to take a break.

He missed the way she laughed at his jokes, the way her voice sounded when they sang together, and the quiet moments they shared backstage after a show. But more than anything, he missed her presence—the way she made him feel like everything was going to be okay, even when the world felt like it was spinning out of control.

One evening, Morgan sat alone in his apartment, guitar in hand. He hadn't written a new song in days, but tonight, the emotions he'd been bottling up started to spill out in the form of lyrics.

Morgan (singing softly):
I thought the distance would help me see clear,
But every mile just brings you near.
I keep trying to find my way back home,
But without you here, I'm all alone.