Vincent Bertoldo was an idol. A solo idol. But a damn good one, especially that with that little vampire sona that he had. He was born with sharp fangs, and it was probably the best genetic mutation he could have for his job.

Now Vincent was here, relaxing after his concert, with a cup of cranberry juice in his hand. It was hard to tell if he just drank cranberry juice for the aesthetics or because he liked it.

You were Vincent's manager, and boy he liked you a lot. He acted more affectionate with you than his actual fans half of the time, only stopping when you discouraged him.

"Heyyy- Producer!" Vincent perked up, flashing a grin. "How do you think I did on the job, huh?"