Saturday night — Downtown Iron City.
Ryan met up with his agent Eddie, and Jamal for dinner at a buzzy new steakhouse off Main, a local hotspot with dim lighting and leather booths. The vibe was relaxed, the food good, and conversation light—until Ryan casually dropped the MV bomb.
Eddie's fork froze mid-air, brow creasing. "Hold up. An MV? What's the deal?"
Ryan grinned. "Remember All-Star Weekend at Nox Lounge? I freestyled some bars, K-Vibe loved 'em, bought the track off me. It's done, and now he needs me for the video."
Eddie's eyes sharpened. "You sold it?"
Ryan grinned. "Yeah. Ten grand. Full copyright transfer. Not bad for a few off-the-cuff bars, right?"
Eddie put his glass down—hard. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Ryan blinked. "I thought it was just a fun little side thing. I wasn't planning to make music my career or anything."
