"Why not?"That was the third time that Morgan had asked me that. Morgan called me up earlier and said he wanted to talk to me. He was lucky I answered it. Friday and Gannon were getting their jollies doing their best imitation of the Jerky Boys, making crank phone calls, telling me how they were gonna gang bang my sister and then me. They reminded me why I loved cops. They're such assholes.The only reason I picked up the phone was that I thought it was Ned.He and I have a code so I know it's him. He'll let the phone ring twice and then he'll hang up and call again. Morgan must have called right after Ned hung up after the first two rings. He wanted to know if I wanted to meet him for dinner. He had something to talk to me about.I said sure, I had nothing planned tonight.*****I looked over at Morgan. "No.""Why not?"Make it four times."I don't feel like it.""I'm asking you to choreograph another dance for me, not sleep with me. Is it because of the bad reviews?" He saw the imperceptible nod of my head. "Screw the reviews. Screw them all! Who gives a shit about a one bad review??""I do," I said, swigging my sparkling water and wishing that it was a shot of tequila.Morgan sighed. "Look we all get bad reviews. It was your first piece. It was solid. It had vision. You can't let some schmuck reviewer make it your last."I looked up and Morgan was looking at me dead on, his eyes steadily boring into mine, willing me to say "Yes.""It was great for a first effort, Mike. You're a young choreographer finding his way in his work. You're gonna get plenty of bad reviews, God knows I have. But you know what, pretty soon they're gonna start being good reviews - because you're talented. I almost couldn't stand his sincerity. "Why are you bugging me about this? What do you want from me???"Morgan spread his hands out on the table. Dancers hands - strong, graceful, fluid. "I'm being selfish really. I think you're going to be a great choreographer. A dancer's choreographer. And I want to have the right to say that I 'discovered' Mike Orlando. What do you say?"I swallowed the piece of chicken I'd been chewing."No."