I was returning from my trombone practice around 7 in the evening, as I had always done. I was then approached by some rather well dressed individuals, one with a sheet of paper his hands. He then spoke to me and asked if I would like to come to this party that they were holding and meet some people high in the musical circle. I felt honored to have received such a prestigious invitation. Upon returning home, I hurriedly got ready and made way to the address they had given me. I arrived fashionably late, as custom dictates, and discovered to my surprise, in front of me was one of the most prominent trombone players in the country, Ze da Velha!

After a long conversation with him I was asked to follow a butler into a back room where I was instructed to wait for a few minutes. It was here that I met my sire. His name was Marcelo Ginaid. He approached me and I noticed an experienced air to him not like his young appearance. There he told me about how my talents could be preserved for eternity, and that I have been being watched for quite a long time. I was intrigued, yet scared beyond all comprehension. I decided to follow them to a small house on the corner of Limoeiro, where I was embraced, and changed forever. After some time learning from the masters how to write music and better myself in my playing, Marcelo told me that I should go to America where I can learn different styles of music and the such. I booked myself a flight to the Morgantown area, for one of my friends from home told me about a certain university where I could learn from master themselves. I found this to be a very enlightening experience and decided to stay for a while, which is why I am here now. I will return to Brazil, but only after I have learned all there is in terms of music and dance.