The piano may not have been his strong suit, but Ryan had been playing the guitar for years now. It was one of those things he had initially done because it seemed cool, and what girl didn’t like a guy that could play guitar? Except he had actually liked it, and had been a lot better than he thought he would be. Not that he was good enough to be in a actual band, or had the attention span or luck or TALENT to actually do something like that, but sitting at home and writing little melodies and maybe even jotting down a few lyrics every now and then was good enough for him. It was something, and he mostly did it because it was relaxing, and he liked not having to do it for anyone else but himself.
Still, it still had the desired affect, clearly, since Pam had said she wanted to come over and hear him play. With her teaching him piano he had basically forgotten to tell her he already had some sort of musical talent, if you could call it that. It was pretty obvious he was way better at guitar, but he had also been playing longer. She had asked and he agreed, promising her some Maroon 5 covers and oranges, and was on her way over. He tried not think of all the obvious reasons that her coming over was wrong, because it was. Very wrong. But it was also wrong to go out to eat with her, just the two of them, and invite her over to his house to smoke with him and his friends. So he would just look at it as two friends hanging out, at night, bonding or… something.
Whatever got him to sleep better at night.