More than an hour early for rehearsal, Harper checked in with Betsy and settled in an empty conference room to putter on his laptop, happy to be a member of the popular sheet music website. He searched the site for ideas and finished printing a dozen more songs for the group to try at that night’s rehearsal. Harper started packing his stuff when he heard a knock at the door. A good-looking man with preppie dark hair, wearing a well-tailored gray suit with a white shirt and striped tie came into the room.
“Oh my God. Robbie!” Harper shouldn’t have been shocked by how much Rob looked like Scott, yet he was. Everyone always knew the three Thornton boys were brothers, they looked so much alike as kids. Their personalities, however, were always dramatically different. Harper assumed those diff
