“He’s only Ryder. Nothin’ special.” I shrug. Ryder tilts his head in my direction. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?” I turn to the group. “If you tell him his music is bad, he’ll give you a job.” Kathy widens her eyes at me. “Lyric Jones, please tell me you didn’t do that?” “I soooo did, but it worked out for me.”
