Later that night, when Ms. Kohai came home, she saw Kenzumi and the gang watching the wrestling match on the tv, or at least, the interview afterwords.

"Did I miss the wrestling match?" She asked as she put her stuff down.

"You sure did." Kenzumi said.

"And boy did you miss the fight of a lifetime!" Satoshi said. "The wrestler in the red mask laid the smackdown on the green faced freakshow!"

"Green faced freakshow?" Asked Ms. Kohai in cofusion.

"A guy with a dragon-alien like mask with the only viewing part being a small yellow seeing hole." Kenzumi said.

"Oh."

"Everybody quiet!" Satoshi said. "It's time for the interview!"

Everyone turned their attention to the screen, and saw the wrestler getting interviewed by the reporter from the news.

Queen Rhythmia sat on her bed in her room, looking over General Nixxiom's plans. She really had to admit, these plans were absolutely amazing. It topped both plans Luis came up with, and looked as if nothing could go wrong, even if Kenzumi and the gang tried to stop her.

But she still didn't want to pull these plans off, because she couldn't think of it as right. She was having this growing feeling that her mother was right. Maybe she should've learned to let others have rhythm to become queen. That's what her father suggested.

Her father...

The one thing that tends to give her nightmares was what happened to her father. Her mother Beatia told her once when she was very young that he went off on his own to fight off an intergalactic enemy that was intending on destroying Rhythm Heaven. He did succeed, but not without a price.

"Mommy, why are you upset? Is daddy okay?" She asked when she was young. The answer she got wasn't pretty.

Thinking about those memories actually caused a tear to shed from her eyes. It was then that she decided to get some sleep. So she put the papers on her nightstand and went to bed. She ended up having a nightmare about the events of her father.

"Daddy, will you be okay?" Little Rhythmia asked.

"Don't worry my little princess." King Tempo said. "You can always rely on the king to save his kingdom. I will slay the threat and return in no time.

But King Tempo let his overconfidence get the better of him, as while he did slay the threat, he didn't survive.

"Mommy, please tell me daddy's okay." Little Rhythmia said in tears.

It took Queen Beatia some time, but she said, in tears, and in a wobbly voice, "I'm really sorry sweetie, but he's not coming back."

Little Rhythmia then ran back to her room to cry her eyes out. She has been bullied, she has no friends, and now her father was gone for good. She had nothing left to make her happy.

The nightmare played over and over again as Queen Rhythmia slept. She tossed and turned herself in bed while crying.

"What an interview." Kenzumi said in amazement.

"Yeah, that wrestler took those question like they were nothing!" Satoshi said.

"I couldn't understand the questions at all." Ms. Kohai said. "All I could hear the interviewer say was "Wubbadubbadubba".

"She was probably just talking really fast." Satoshi said.

"I don't think that." Ms. Beatia said. Everyone in the room then turned to her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Satoshi asked.

"I mean, did you see the expression on the reporter. She did not look happy one bit." Ms. Beatia explained. "That's the same reporter we saw on the news a while ago."

"You mean Queen Rhythmia pulled off her second attack?" Kenzumi asked.

"Yes."

"She's always like that." Satoshi said. "It's something you'll get used to."

Though Ms. Beatia didn't want to get used to it. She actually wanted to know what was going on.

The next day she went out to see if she could locate the reporter from both the news and the wrestling interview. And sure enough, she founded her in the park, sitting on the bench. Ms. Beatia could tell that she was a miserable person. Her eyes had bags under them, and she always wore a frown with her light pink lipstick.

She sat down next to her and said, "Hello."

"Hey." Said the reporter in cool voice.

"Shouldn't you be, reporting on something?"

"Day off."

After a bit of an awkward silence, Ms. Beatia said, "Why are you always so miserable?"

"Because I hate my job." Said the reporter.

"Is that all."

"None of your beeswax." The reporter then got up and walked away.

So Ms. Beatia got up to head back home. She hoped that she could do something to make her feel better.