“Isn’t it?” Vice agreed, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. If he wasn’t mistaken, they had their first artist.
“Perhaps we can work out an arrangement,” Victor began to wind the straps back into rolls. “About the re-recordings of your past albums.”
“Perhaps,” she was careful not to commit. “Once my lawyer looks over your contract.”
“Of course,” Vice smiled, amused.
“Have you attempted to buy back your masters?” Victor asked. “It has been done in the past.”
“My lawyer has suggested the same, and that is an option as well, but I suspect,” she sighed. “That they will make that very difficult.”
“It is worth an attempt in any case,” Victor pointed out. “It would be nice to possess your own masters.”
“Do you own your masters?” She asked them.