Daughters of the Bride
“Collins spoke defiantly, as if expecting an argument.
Bryan sucked in a breath. “Dude.”
“I couldn’t help it,” Collins said. “That’s what they are.”
Quinn studied the music. Collins preferred to get the melody nailed down before he added lyrics. Quinn could work any way his artists wanted. But he was known to not appreciate a ballad, no matter how well they sold.
“Ballads are fine,” he said easily, reaching for his guitar.
Collins and Bryan stared at him.
“You sure?” Collins asked.
“Yup.”
“You’re mellowing.” Bryan picked up a pad of paper. “Is it an age thing?”
“Don’t make me have Wayne beat the crap out of you, kid.”
Bryan chuckled. “I’m glad you said it that way, because I’m pretty sure I could take you, old man.”
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