Ryan: Oh, hi! Yeah, I’m taking a night out with the girls. No boys allowed tonight! Or maybe ever.
Stefan: Have you had any contact with Justin since the trial?
Ryan: No, but I wish him well.
Stefan: What do you have to say to people who sided with Justin in his betrayal of you?
Ryan: I’m not bothered. I’m focusing on myself and my career and moving forward from all this. I guess I’d say: Get a life, honestly! I mean that with love. I decided to get one myself.
Stefan: What’s next for you? Are you going to write a song about Justin?
[Ryan winks.]
Ryan: I guess you’ll have to find out, Stefan!
Mari
I was with her that night at 1Oak. We were leaving the club because she was having a panic attack.
She had been stressed all evening while we were getting ready.
“We don’t have to go out,” I had told her. “Let’s just stay home, okay? We can watchHouse Hunters. Just you, me, and Kylie.”
Kylie had brought homemade brownies to our last hangout, and I was starting to warm up to her in spite of myself.
But Ryan said, “No, no—if I don’t show my face, they’ll say I’m hiding. I have to go out, and I have to have fun.”
So we did. But we did not have fun.
Teen StarMagazine, June 2016
Ryan’s Revenge?
Pop icon Ryan Holding strutted down Santa Monica Pier Saturday afternoon in a barely there gingham shorts and crop-top set. The “Count Your Days” singer laughed with friends as she won a Skee-Ball game and celebrated her recent court victory over Justin William Ayers, who claimed to have leaked three of her tracks at her own request.
Ryan seemed to be showing off the win as she paraded around town with model-turned-popstar Kylie Cameron and BFF Mari Stevens.
Better luck next time, Justin!
Jasmine
It was ... tough to see Ryan’s mood after the trial concluded. I was back in the studio with her and Wilder the following week, at Ryan’s request, and there was a very weird feeling there. Everyone was so muted. Ryanand Wilder were sitting far apart from each other, and I wondered if something had happened between them. Both of them were keeping their heads down.
We usually started with a bit of jamming to warm up, she and I humming anything that came to mind, but as soon as Ryan put her fingers to the fretboard and started playing a few chords, she stopped and let both arms hang over the banjo.
“Do you think people like my music?” she said.
“Of course they do,” I told her.
“I think they used to,” Ryan answered. “But do they like themusicanymore, or do they like it just because I made it? Do they like me, or do they like the idea of Ryan Holding, the pop star?”
“Does it matter?” Wilder said.
I swear I saw this shadow pass over Ryan’s face. She said, “It matters to me.”
“Do you need them to like you?” I asked, trying to get over whatever weird energy the two of them were putting off. “Did you start writing music because you wanted to draw a crowd?”
Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to talk her around it; sometimes people just want to vent. But she gave a sigh and said, “No.”
