All at once, we burst into CDTOPIA at full speed. Rocky Roll was at the front desk, headphones in his ear, and jamming out to what I figured was "Ponystep, Ponytrot". "YO, ROCKY!" I yelled, getting his attention, while the others winced at the insane dynamics. Oops.
Even though I used my voice at full volume, Rocky payed no attention. So, I told the others to plug their ears, and at the bare maximum of my voice, I screamed at the top of my lungs,
"ROCKY!"
That got his attention. "Huh? Wha?" He looked around with eyes wide open, and laid his eyes on me. "Oh, hi, Ivy, how are you? What can I do for you?" Finally. He FINALLY recognized me. No offense to Rocky, but he's really not the type to remember things.
"Hey, Rocky. Sorry to startle you just now, but I need to see Disc for a sec." I said. "Why? You know how he's been lately-" I cut him off. Yes, I know it's rude, but hey, you know I was in a hurry! "Uh, yes, dude, I know the state he's in. But I think I have a way to get him to SNAP. OUT. OF. IT.," I said with clear urgency. "Oh, OK, lemme go get him..." he stumbled into a room marked, "STAFF ONLY". I heard voices, and a few minutes later, he and Disc came out. Disc's eyes were expressionless, as always, and I stared at him with a hard coldness that I never would have expected to come from a mane-doer's face, but, hey, it was necessary. Of course Rocky saw my look, and, in panic and fear, he left the room and into the "STAFF ONLY" room again.
"Disc, we need you to come out back for a moment."