The Roarers had no practices scheduled until after All-Star Weekend, but Ryan was anything but free.
In the two days leading up to his flight to Vega City, he was everywhere—driving his new K3 from shoot to shoot, juggling endorsement gigs, press stops, and product stills.
The quiet deals he'd signed just a month ago were finally coming to life.
First up was Vola Active, the anti-sweat fragrance line. The shoot was simple—just stills for packaging and displays. It wrapped in under an hour at a sleek downtown studio, all bright lights and clean backdrops.
Then came the shoot for that niche headphone brand. It wrapped fast—just Ryan dribbling on an outdoor court, earbuds in, nodding to a beat only he could hear.
Then came the litter box commercial.
Ryan sat on a cozy, staged living room set, a fluffy tabby named Muffin purring in his lap. The director—a wiry guy with a man bun—kept shouting, "More tenderness, Ryan! You love this cat!"
