Describe the Room Your in

Describe the room you are in

Dark, empty and cool; I gaze ahead at the room before me, with only the sound of the air conditioner thrumming. Surprisingly the first thing to catch my eye is the plastic chairs stacked along the wall, a dull blue, but all perfectly stacked in fours, it was always that way. A long strip of scarlet carpet ran down the edge of the east wall, I could tell the strong smell of shampoo was being blown from it once stepping closer, this was unfamiliar to me. I could tell it was soft without touching with my hands, as it felt bouncy in my Pointe shoes, and I sink into it as I gently step towards the light ahead. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I look around, amazed. The ballet studio had not changed one bit from all those years ago. The way sunlight from the window hit the mirrors was dazzling. The once dark and musty corners of the room were awoken by the bright light, with the dust swirling in the shafts of sunlight. I balançoire across the room, appreciating every step I take on the beautiful wooden flooring. Everything from the colour of the ceiling to the sign on the door remained the same; everything but the smell. I remembered in my mind the sweet scent of jasmine, as I danced around the room with my friends; why had the smell gone, when everything else remains the same? I now smelt what I could only describe as dust, and I wondered how long the studio had been abandoned for, how long I had actually been gone.

I carry on wandering around the room, taking in every detail, comparing it to the memories I held in my head. I stare at the glorious chandelier, how many years that had stayed the glistening crystal blue colour, not faded at all. But as the wind from the door made it sway ever so slightly, I felt a shiver up my spine and to my shoulders. I felt alone in this beautiful room, once filled with joyous children dancing, and I remembered how I had once I dreamed of dancing in this very room ‘til I was old and grey, could that dream be over so soon? My shoes were what seemed suddenly covered in dust, and it was only now I realise how dusty the studio is, from top to toe, literately. I begin to dance, dust towering around me, and in the sunlight I feel like I’m dreaming. As I spin I breathe in the scent of jasmine, and hear the laughter of children, the voice of Juliet, and see the sunlight spilling in. I jolt to a stop, and the dust withers down besides me. The sunlight goes behind the clouds, the smell of dust fills my nose, the happiness I felt disappears. This room wasn’t at all the room I remembered from those years ago; this room was different, this room, was empty.

The Essay on Football Practice Training Room

A Day at Football Practices Its three o'clock in the afternoon and the sun is beaming down on the practice field as if it was touching the field. At NGC it's time for football practices. The training room, locker room, and practices field is what comes to my mine when I think of football practices. When at practice players spend a lot of time in these areas. Each area has it's different in noise, ...

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