Descriptive Writing

I Stepped Out Of The Classroom And Walked Towards The Room, With Much Anticipation. My Legs quickened With Every Step That I Took As It Was A Very Long Way There. However, I Could See The Light Shining Brighter With Each Step That I Took. As I Approached The Room, My Pace Became Slower And I Finally Stopped And Realised That There Were Shoes Placed Outside The Room And That Could Only Mean That There Were People In It. The Disappointment Of not Being Able To Visit The Room Rose, Taking Over The Feeling Of Anticipation. Nonetheless I Still Could Hear The Sounds Of Footsteps Of Students All Following One Rhythm. There Was A Faint Panting Sound But The Most Obvious Sound Was A Teacher's Voice Prompting The Students To Smile. As I Got Nearer And Nearer To The Room, The Smell Of Perspiration And A Soft Scent Of Hairspray Was Distinct. Hoping To Try My Luck, I Peeped Into The Room From The Window. Not Much Could Be seen But I Caught A Small Glimpse Of The Messy Room With Costumes Placed Everywhere and Make Up And Foundation Powders Scattered All Over The Place. What Was Most Amazing Was That There Were About 30 Unique People All Following The Same Dream, The Same Goal And The Same Passion. Have You Guessed What Room This Is?

-NaZiRa