“My hotel room.”
“How’s the recording going?”
Ryan shrugged with characteristic nonchalance.
“As expected. My producer’s full of creative ideas which keep changing every single minute.”
Ryan Stormy was born with far more than just conventionally good looks.
He was blessed with genuine musical genius that manifested itself early in childhood.
Dad often said proudly that Ryan had inherited his extraordinary talent from our late mother.
He possessed a naturally perfect ear for sound, the rare ability to write original lyrics that resonated with people, and the gift to compose music that appealed to audiences aged from six to sixty.
His agent often praised his remarkable versatility to shift seamlessly between completely different musical genres—pop, country, rock, ev
