To Rowland, hope was truly a weapon, still hoping that he would have better balance than that altogether and he swallowed hard on the savoured savory sweetness of his meal...
With all this god damn thinking, he was surprised to not have choked.
"Y'know what, f**k it.", he said just as Nick walked in, turning his attention to him as he stood on his two feet and practically marched toward Nick with his now empty bowl in one hand and the contract in the other, bending the pages stiffly to point out at Nick.
"I want to make a few changes to the contract.", he stated almost formally, Nick slowly took the papers.
"I'm listening...", He said curiously.
"Firstly,", Rowland began, "I didn't see anything in particular about artist ownership and would like to add that. And in the time that w
