"I don't know," Alex idly flipped a page. "Nothings's really jumping out at me. Let's focus on our song, then I'll think about maybe doing another." It was a non-committal response and he knew it was really a cop out. He wasn't sure Maria would let him get away with it, but he was going to try.
Being back in California was tough for him. He could have lived the rest of his life without seeing his father again, without seeing a single one of his brothers, and he would have been just fine. He hadn't seen his mother for more than a decade, and felt no regret or remorse for that fact even now that she was dead and seeing her was no longer an option. He had absolutely no feelings for her, she was just the womb that had birthed him, and a woman who had turned her back on him when he needed her most. Maria's mother, Mimi, had always been more of a mothering figure for him, making Maria more of a sister than friend.
Which meant she was entirely likely to call him out when he was being a buzz kill, which he kind of was. Why was it so damn hard for him to pick another song?