Stars on Broadway - Morgan Wallen

Chapter 89 - Morgan's View

Morgan sat alone in his tour bus, the familiar hum of the engine doing little to calm the storm raging inside him. His band was out, giving him space after what had been a tense few weeks. He stared at his phone, scrolling through the endless articles and fan reactions to Georgie's recent performances. Each headline seemed worse than the last.

CountryRumors: Georgie Day's New Anthem Sparks Breakup Rumors: Is Morgan Wallen the Inspiration Behind "Before He Cheats"?

Morgan winced as he read the words. The media had been relentless since Georgie's performance of "Diane," and it had only gotten worse after she debuted "Before He Cheats" in Australia. Fans, the press—everyone was speculating about their relationship. And it wasn't just speculation anymore. Morgan knew that those songs, those words, weren't just fictional stories for Georgie. They were about him.

He hadn't been able to talk to her since the songs went public. Georgie hadn't responded to his calls or texts, and that silence was tearing him apart. He didn't blame her. Not after everything that had happened. But the distance between them—both emotional and physical—felt insurmountable.

Morgan ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the couch, his thoughts spinning. He remembered the first time he'd heard "Diane." It had been through a live stream of one of Georgie's shows. He had clicked on the video out of habit, curious to see how she was doing, how her tour was going.

And then the song started.

"Diane"
Oh, I promise I didn't know he was your man
I would've noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

Lying right there in my bed
While he was lying to you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?

Morgan had sat there, frozen, his heart sinking with every word. It wasn't just a song. It was Georgie's way of telling him exactly how she felt—how she had been feeling ever since the rumors started swirling about him and Emily. He hadn't cheated, not physically, but he knew now that his emotional closeness with Emily had crossed a line. And Georgie had felt every bit of that betrayal.

He had wanted to reach out to her the second the song ended, but his phone stayed in his hand, unmoved. What could he say that would make it better? How could he possibly explain himself when the pain was so clearly laid out in her lyrics? He had hurt her in a way he hadn't even realized until it was too late.

And then "Before He Cheats" happened.

When he first heard the whispers about the song, Morgan had hoped it was just another fan theory, another piece of speculation from people reading too much into things. But then the clips of the performance started flooding social media, and there was no denying it.

"Before He Cheats"
I dug my key into the side of his pretty
little suped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
Took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Morgan had sat in stunned silence, watching the video of Georgie belting out the song, her voice filled with fire and anger. She had every right to be angry. He knew that. But hearing it—hearing her rage in the lyrics, hearing the crowd cheering her on—was like a punch to the gut.

He hadn't cheated, but that didn't matter anymore. In Georgie's mind, he had. He had betrayed her trust, allowed someone else to take up space in his life in a way that should have only been reserved for Georgie. And now, he was reaping the consequences.

Morgan dropped his phone onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. How had it gotten this bad? How had he let things spiral so far out of control?

He thought back to when things had been easier, when he and Georgie had first started dating. There had been laughter, lightness, a connection that felt so strong it seemed unbreakable. But that had been before the tours, the long distances, and the endless pressure of their careers. Somewhere along the way, the cracks had started forming, and Morgan had been too blind to see them.

He had turned to Emily, not because he didn't love Georgie, but because he was lonely. The tour was exhausting, and Emily had been there—offering support, listening to him vent when things got tough. It had been innocent at first, or so he had convinced himself. But now, looking back, Morgan could see how wrong it had been. He should have turned to Georgie. He should have told her how he was feeling, how hard it was being apart from her. Instead, he had created distance—distance that had let someone else slip in.

And now, he was paying the price.

The text notifications buzzed again on his phone, and Morgan's eyes flickered to the screen. More articles, more speculation, more pressure. He couldn't escape it. Everyone wanted to know what was going on between him and Georgie, but the truth was, he didn't know either.

His phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from Hardy.

Hardy: Bro, what the hell is going on? Saw the new song. You talk to Georgie yet?

Morgan stared at the message, the weight of the situation pressing down on him even more. Hardy had been one of the few people who knew about Emily, about how close they had gotten. He had warned Morgan to be careful, to not let it cross a line. But Morgan had been too caught up in the whirlwind of tour life to really listen.

Morgan (to Hardy): Not yet. She's not talking to me.

Hardy: You gotta fix this, man. This is getting out of control.

Morgan sighed, leaning back against the couch. Hardy was right. He needed to fix this. But how? What could he possibly say to Georgie that would make her believe him, that would make her trust him again? The distance between them wasn't just physical anymore—it was emotional, and Morgan wasn't sure if they could bridge that gap.

He picked up his phone again, staring at the screen, debating whether to call her. He had already left messages, already tried to reach out, but the silence on her end was deafening.

He couldn't stop thinking about the lyrics of "Before He Cheats." The anger, the heartbreak—it was all there, laid bare for the world to see. And now, the world had chosen sides. Fans were speculating, reporters were hounding him for answers, and Morgan didn't have any. All he knew was that he had messed up, and he might have lost the one person who had ever really understood him.

Morgan finally typed out another text, knowing it probably wouldn't get a response.

Morgan (to Georgie): I'm sorry. I know I hurt you. I need to talk to you. Please call me.

He stared at the message for a moment before hitting send, the familiar ache settling in his chest. He had no idea if Georgie would ever forgive him, no idea if they could ever go back to the way things were. But he knew one thing for sure: he wasn't ready to give up on them. Not yet.