"Tap water?" Yuuto asked with just the slightest hint of derision in his tone as he sipped his own, premium bottled water. Sure, not everyone could afford the finer things in life, but tap water? Truly his manager had reached a new low. "Is our budget so dire?"

Prism's manager shot him a dirty glare, but Yuuto didn't even flinch. He was used to the manager's scowls—reserved solely for him, since his fellow dancers all got smiles. It didn't matter. The only one with the right idea was the group's agent, whose keen business sense was landing them more and more lucrative contracts. Sure, it meant snubbing some of their more...grassroots fans, but a few social media posts with his pretty face on them and everyone was back in his court.

Known as the "prince" of the group, Yuuto's refined manners and elegant dancing style had been honed over a lifetime of classical ballet training. His rich, powerful parents had sunk a fortune into his career, and he'd been the darling of the ballet world, a rising star, until allegations against the headmaster of his ballet school had put an end to his dreams and life as he knew it.

His mother, from whom he'd inherited his beautiful features and passion for dance, had encouraged him to join an agency. There he'd met the others who would eventually go on to form Prism, with whom Yuuto had legitimately bonded despite his arrogance. He was pleased when the group became big enough to go independent, and with his good looks, acting skills, and vast array of contacts, Yuuto had been landing very successful brand deals.

The only thing ruining it for him was the manager. A glorified assistant who likely couldn't name even five great dancers in history had no business telling Yuuto what to do. Or being so well liked by the others, for that matter.

Yuuto sipped his water and smiled serenely. "It really is a shame that our finances are struggling so hard that our dearest, most esteemed manager has to pinch pennies. What a sad, sad situation. Ah, the plight of the modern working class."