Melo

Pedro Augusto

Professor: Genie Smiddy

Course: Writing Emails, Reports, and Short Papers

Level 6

Descriptive Essay

Every rehearsal I had in my rehearsal room made me feel like I was floating on air. The

first time I stepped onto that big chessboard there was a lot of people making their bodies show

what they were feeling inside. The big mirror on the wall could reflect years of history and a lot

of memories, and the song that was being played made the dancers look like falling leaves, floating

through the wind in the Fall. Now, it is just a memory in my head.

The large windows allowed the sweet scent coming from the garden come into our souls

with every breath. At first, my mind tried to keep me away from that celebration of life and of the

culture from my birth country; however, my body couldn’t stay frozen while the magic sound was

inviting me to dance. I felt like I was being pulled into that big ritual. Since then, on every weekend

of the last three years I could feel the soft hands of my partner guide me through the land of the

happiness and freedom.

Now, I miss even the white wall full of rules that I used to ignore, and the sound of the

heels that the girls used to wear. That room taught me the traditions of my region - in Brazil - and

to respect the diversity that exists there. Maybe I’ll find other rehearsal rooms around the world;

however, I’m sure that any other room is unable to lead me to the past, as she always did. I hope

that when I return to my city she's waiting for me, the way I left her.