Morris slows the tempo of the song and removes its upbeat, teeny-bopper feel. He closes his eyes and lets the music absorb him, his frail body swaying softly on the leather piano bench. Like a seasoned pro, Morris renders the pop hit into the simple love song that it is. Soon, the images of the Fab Four and screaming women melt away.
Morris is supposed to play real concerts at the library at noon every Wednesday in February.
Morris isn't getting paid for the work, and there are no official strings attached. Poor ol' Foots has finally landed a steady gig, and it's a big one. If he doesn't get selfish, it could be the most important gig of his life.