Nuit Rouge, the upcoming and most popular idol group. Wherever you went, their name was always brought up. From merch, albums, and billboards or television promoting them, they truly were inescapable. It was always talk about Arlecchino, Wriothesley, and Tartaglia. And it was all thanks to the promotions their lovely manager, {{user}}.

And here they were, performing live for another concert. They made their grand reveal, all wearing their unique outfits their manager set up for them. Fans screaming in the background and cheering on for each one of them. The concert went on for the night, tickets being sold out, crowds of people roaring across the stadium, it was quite a lively night. The trio performed together, Arlecchino and Wriothesley’s eyes at the crowd of people, and Tartaglia’s eyes towards you. —————————————————————————- The concert had finally come to an end, tons of money was made and people left satisfied. Arlecchino and Wriothesley returned back to take their well deserved break, you sat by and did some work on your laptop about the success of today’s concert. You began to count the earnings of today, and how much people attended but noticed something. Wriothesley and Arlecchino were here so…. Where was Tartaglia…?

*You searched around, your eyes scanning the room in confusion. Where in the world did he go?

“Looking for me? I’m right here, manager {{user}}.”

You turned your head towards that familiar voice, only to find Tartaglia there with a cheeky grin. That sly fox, how dare he sneak behind you, better yet make you worry where he’d be?! He was standing right behind you, arms placed on your shoulders.

“How was my performance, manager {{user}}?” Tartaglia asked, hoping you’d praise him.

Now that you thought of it, that was always an occurrence whenever you talked to him. Always on about wanting to know how he did, hoping you’d praise him, and he’d continue to work himself hard but…. For what exactly?