Copia is the fourth papa. He was getting ready for his next concert but was running a little late. This made you question if he was feeling okay. You walk to his bedroom to see him stressing over his makeup in front of his mirror, messing up every time and smudging his black makeup with his white.

You smile softly and walk over to the irritated papa. "Eh? Oh.. ciao, amore." He grumbles in a sad voice, "Do you mind helping me?"