Instead of a reply, Tristan heard a short, rapid piano melody played somewhere around the phone. It ended just when Tristan was about to ask what this all was about.
"Record a song together with me. I still want to play music with you, and I want to be able to listen to it later."
'That's it?' Tristan raised his eyebrows. 'Well, I won't be looking a gift horse in the mouth this time.'
"Sure, Angelo. Can it wait until after the shooting, though? We can sign a contract beforehand, decide on how you want profits for releasing this song to be split. It's going to be an original one, right? We can just do a cover—I don't care."
"Releasing the song? I didn't think about it, but it's acceptable. I don't have a preference about which song, either."
"Good. And I will tell the CYS show producer to contact you again. We should talk about it more in person."
"Absolutely." Despite the lack of emotion, there was a lot of weight in this word.
