“Tell me about it. You’re talking to the fucking expert at that shit. I swear to god it feels like I’m more famous for who I’ve dated more than my damn music career,” he said with a soft scoff. He never understood the appeal people had over a celebrity’s love life. He knew aspects of it were still very prevalent in 2020, but at least he was not getting attacked by paparazzi’s or on TMZ every other night for leaving some LA hot spot with god knows who. Ryan laughed at Joshua’s joke about how he would reach orgasm if they had a sexual relationship. Despite being raised in a town where homophobia and toxic masculinity ran wild, especially when he was a teenager, he never picked up any of those traits himself. “Can you imagine the sex appeal there would be on Joshua Grimmie and Ryan Ross Hernandez fucking? That’s like a liberal wet dream right there. I can almost hear Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez calling us to play at her fundraiser.” He laughed, knowing even a hint of such thing happening would truly break the internet given each of their reputations.
He listened carefully as Joshua spoke of his own mental health issues. He was no stranger to such having been diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder six years ago and having bouts of depression on and off during most of his adult life. “I’ve been there man, unfortunately I can reate to that. Some ten years ago I would always go on stage with a Xanax in my pocket. Most of the time I wouldn’t even take them, it’d be more so for the comfort of ‘hey, if I feel like I’m about to freak the fuck out in front of tens of thousands people, I have this to help.’ I’ve realized that the best concerts I’ve played are the ones where I get out of my own way.” For the longest time, Ryan had this fear that he would perform a terrible concert and his career would be over in an instant. Now that he felt like his feet were more cemented with regards to his place in music, the had become more of an afterthought. “I have no idea where I’m even going to be on election night, if I’ll be in LA or Montana or somewhere else entirely. Wherever it is I need plenty of alcohol, win or lose.” He stared up at the ceiling, letting his head lean back for a moment. It was a general concern he had for what the future of this country would be after the election. “I halfheartedly hope that In Hate We Trust is still number one by then, just so people who don’t actively seek out my music still hear the message. Also, more money, baby!” He remarked the last sentence sarcastically with a laugh, knowing that he was making no money himself off that single.
“I appreciate the underwear, my guy. Twenty years and I have yet to get an endorsement deal like that. You’re clearly ahead of the game already. I still have to pay for all my undergarments.” He chuckled, not really one to accept every endorsement deal that came his way anyways. “I think it’s the abs too, man. I didn’t have those when I was 22. Shit, I still don’t have them! If we are ever into the same lady, I don’t like my odds. You got that charm under a slightly better looking frame.” He laughed just giving him a hard time, genuinely enjoying the ease their conversation was flowing in. “Well that’s a real relief. I already have to worry about like a dozen different women who could be writing the next number one hit about my dick or something, and not in a positive light.” He paused for a moment, shaking his head. “Speaking of Ellie-Grace though, I would buy said track if she released it,” he remarked with another laugh.
“You know Serenity Scott? We went out on date a long time ago, just once. I kinda got myself into another mess, so things didn’t go anywhere between us. I ran into her backstage at the FCAs and we just texted back and forth for a weeks after. We went out on another date again last week and it was fun.” He paused himself, looking over at Joshua who was the first person he had really told about whatever was bubbling between the two outside of his team. “We’ll see what happens. Maybe it’s time for good old Ryan Hernandez here to settle down and ride into the sunset.” He stayed with a smile before chuckling. “Or maybe not and I just keep fucking around until I die. Who knows?” He shrugged his shoulders with a grin. He had become a lot less concern about the things that he couldn’t control or force upon himself. Whatever happened in his love life, he was just going to go with what felt right. “You know and your fucking lobster rolls, Grimmie. I have a buddy who owns a good seafood spot down in Florida, some of the best rolls I’ve ever had. I’ll have to take you there some day.” Ryan had reached that point of his career and life where he seemed like he always knew somebody for something. He had plenty of connections both in the entertainment industry and outside of it. “Jägerbombs? Well, fuck. I have nothing else going on tonight. Let’s drink like I’m back in high school. This Boston kid used to crush those at house parties.” Despite his age, Ryan still felt youthful and full of life which he was thankful of because things may be a lot different for him had he been at this stage in life still single and unable to enjoy the simpler things in life.
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