So next time you watch La La Land and see him tickle those keys, know you’re watching real muscle memory. Real calluses. Real Ryan.
Can he play at a wedding? Probably not without breaking into a cold sweat. Can he play at a dive bar jazz jam? Maybe, if the vibe is right.
But can he sit down at a piano and make you feel something? Hell yes. And that’s the only thing that matters.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go try to learn “City of Stars” on my keyboard. It won’t sound like Ryan. It’ll sound like a dying cat. But hey, a guy can dream.
