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// Memoirs Aren't Always Good 
// Story: Rising Up 
// by epicdonus1123 BOT 
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                                                                   Chapter 2

As Strocca paced up and down the hallways, distant imagery'd flood his mind like a river, and flutter around it like a timid pegasus. Considerably, the memories seemed to contain the one thing that he always destired to have, friends. Not only were the thing he longed, but it was the thing he had. Strocca did not have a traumatic, or dramatic, breakup with the Quartet. However, he did take his young, conceivable path onward to success, and it worked. Not only is he popular, but so is his music. His record company, studio technicians, janitors, fans, and he respected his music. Due to this being an inner issue, his music tends to speak about his love and struggle for music, his fans would over look its disposition. Strocca, at the moment and while thinking, coincidentally bumped into a table. 

"Ugh, clumsy table." Unlike his youth, Strocca's voice was deep and hollow. He peered over a cassette on the edge of the table; one that looked quite old. He picked it up, put it in one of the millions of stereos in the building, and turned it on. Apparently, it was a recital that Lyra and Octavia played when they were 12. It was a petite little song, short and sweet. Strocca was cheering at the two played their song over and over. Strocca started to cry over the song, however it was tears of joy.

"Where are you when I need you?" he sobbed. 

Wait a minute, you can just go to Ponyville! It's so obvious that they, probably, still live there! He thought; he called his lowly assistant for him.

"Yes sir?"

"I need you to pack up my stuff."

"Why, sir?"

"Because I'm leaving town, Helper." Helper looked around mysteriously, and looked back at Strocca.

"But sir, nopony is allowed to leave the walls of Las Pegasus without permission."

"Don't you think I'd ask first?"

"Ugh..."

"I'm eighty!"

"What?"

"It's just another way to say 'hurry up, I'm not getting any younger!'"

"Oh I see, because I was sitting there, and you were aging."

"Helper, just get my stuff." Strocca calmly said.

"Want me to bring any of your songs with you?"

"Ugh sure, you can bring them all."

"Yes sir." he left instantaneously. Strocca trotted away towards the gate keepers; Las Pegasus was strict on who could enter and exit, so they enforced ponies to watch over the gates. Strocca should get to out of the gates in a matter of seconds though.