POV Ivy 

I arrived at the International Airport of Rio de Janeiro on December 18 in the morning. My older brother was waiting for me at the airport, the landing area. When I saw my brother smiling at me I had no doubt hugged him very strong. Igor was a lot of nostalgia. The kissed on the cheek and we were holding each other for a couple of minutes. 

- How many miss you, my dear sister, my beloved sister. You are more beautiful every day. - Said Igor kissing my forehead. 

- I say the same of you, Igor. It's beautiful my brother. - aid smiling at him. We went to the airport parking. Igor put my suitcase in the trunk door and then got into the car. We were chatting happily about my college. Igor finished college of Business Administration a few days ago. He is already formed. Your graduation is scheduled for January 13 and I will be present. He said of the work in the restaurant of our fathers. 

The traffic in Rio de Janeiro was very chaotic. With the proximity of Christmas, the shops are crowded and the number of cars on the road increased significantly. There currently are thirty-five degrees. Brazilian summer heat, the way I like. I can not wait to go to the beach and take a swim. Igor was driving the vehicle smoothly. My brother was always calm in traffic, you may be falling a meteor shower that he will be calm. My brother has short wavy black hair and green eyes. It is clear dark, like Dad. I'm already branquinha equal to Mom. My brother is getting more beautiful. Half an hour later we arrived at the destination, the home of our parents. We lived in a luxury apartment in Barra da Tijuca. When I saw my parents, tears overflowed my eyes. I hugged them strong, was missing a lot of my parents. I missed my father Antonio Mendes and my mother Miranda Vieira Mendes. We had lunch together and put my big suitcase in my old room. More in the evening I called Roger, who was already in Truro, in the house of his mother. I talked a little with him and Clare. Roger said he gave an end to the relationship with Jill. I was surprised and asked the reason, but he would not talk. He said that when I return to London talk about it.  

The days passed, gradually. I went to the beach of Barra da Tijuca beach of Leblon, Ipanema, Copacabana and also helped my parents in the restaurant and visited old friends and also go out with my brother at night. I took pictures of many sights of Rio, for me to show the guys when I return to London. My parents asked why he was taking pictures of everything and I said I had made friends in college and made friends with the boy who had hit me and wanted to show them through photos, the beauty of Rio de Janeiro.

Today is December 23, two days before Christmas and I'm having dinner with my parents and siblings when my father says:

- Daughter, this guy who hit you, as it is called? He has a job, go to college?

I thought a moment to speak. If I told my father that Roger does Biology college, but is a drummer in a rock band, he wants to be a rock star and he has long hair at the time my father would not want me had friendship with Rog. My father is wonderful, an incredible human being, helps people, is a loving and caring father, but he is very conservative. My father hates Rock and Roll. It does not support rockers.  

He likes MPB, bossa nova, Classical Music. My mother is already more liberal, but still not to fight with my father for these issues the things he talks about. My brother Igor, it's a pretty liberal guy loves Rock and Roll like me, including my father and he have discussed many times because of that, because Igor buy LPs Rock, both Brazilian bands such as American and British, as The Beatles, The Who, Hendrix, Rolling Stones, The Doors, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin ...- The boy's name is Roger hit me, Dad. Roger Taylor. It does Biology College. Biologist want to be, it will start an internship as a biology teacher next year. - I said to my father Antonio.- How wonderful, my daughter. - Said my smiling mother. - How old is he?

- He's twenty-two, Mom. - Miranda said to my mother. 

- At this age, he should be graduated from college, as your brother, do not you think Ivy? - I said my father seriously dining.

- Yes, but, Roger began studying first Dentistry at the London Hospital, University of London. He attended college for two years, but saw that dentistry was not what he wanted. Then he gave up dentistry and this year he began Biology College. He will study only two years of biology, because many subjects of the curriculum he had when he was studying dentistry and he will not need to study these matters again. - said quietly. 

- Roger is a young man struggling sister. I'm sure he will be a great biologist. - Said Igor smiling. - This guy should be more careful when driving in traffic, do not you think Ivy, after he hit you. - Again my father was putting obstacles in Roger. 

- Dad, Roger was not at fault. I've said it over the phone to you. I crossed the street without looking to the sides, then, would be assailed. The sign was open to cars, Roger was not at fault, we will close this subject, please? - I said seriously. 

- All right, my daughter. I hope one day to meet his friend, Roger and the rest of his friends, as you also made friends with them. - Said my father.  

- Yes and Dad do not worry: Roger's friends work ok? One graduated in Design, the other is studying for a PhD in Astrophysics and the other friend Roger is a student of Electronic Engineering. - I said a little irritated. 

- Well, my daughter. That's how I like it. You have to have friendship with young people so students who know what they want from life, not these long-haired youth, wonder who think in rock bands. Unfortunately in London it is so. Most guys only think of Rock and Roll. - Said my father. - The Rock and Roll took London account. I see in newspapers and magazines every day, new bands that are coming up and to have this androgynous movement, such Glam Rock. This is ridiculous. 

- And what is the problem like Rock and Roll, Dad? - Igor said. - I Love Rock and Roll, and Ivy and even so we are troublemakers. 

- Son, please do not argue with his father. - Mom asked. 

- But Mom is true. I Love Rock and Roll and do no harm to anyone. Dad should understand that the Rock is a magnificent musical style is the best style of music in the world. - Igor said. - If Ivy has rockers hairy friends, the problem is hers. If they are good people is what matters.

- Rock and Roll is not music. It is a blasphemy. - Said my father. - They say that the Rock and Roll came through the Jazz and Blues. The such Rockabilly spotted Jazz and Blues. I hate rock and roll and do not want my children in cahoots with these rockers, you should listen to Classical music, Jazz and Blues authentic.- But we also like these musical styles, Dad. - I said. - But young people today, as Igor and I love the Rock. The Rock is not just a music style, it's cultural.- Ivy my daughter, I just ask, please, while you stay in London, do not mix with these rockers and those bands seeking success ok? These rockers do not pay. They're all drunks and druggies. - My father said closing the subject.

Igor and I looked at each other shaking his head. It's no use. Dad will never understand that my brother and I are passionate about Rock. If Dad knew Freddie, Roger, Brian and John has a Queen name of rock band he would have a massive heart attack, right here on the table. I would say that the guys are gay because of the name of the band and more blah blah blah.  

Christmas Eve my parents, brother and I spent at the home of my maternal grandparents, in Leblon, with more cousins ​​and uncles. And the Christmas Day spent at the home of my paternal grandparents, with more uncles and cousins. It was family reunion same. I helped my mother, my aunts and grandmothers to prepare Christmas dinner. On Christmas day I called quickly to Roger, wishing him and Clare Merry Christmas and they really take advantage of the family reunion. I told Roger I'm taking a lot of pictures to show him when I return to London.The days after Christmas, I took advantage of the beaches of Rio de Janeiro. It's summer and temperatures reach forty degrees. I'm getting tanned.

On December 30, my parents, my brother and I and some relatives went to our beach house we have in Armação dos Búzios, better known as Búzios, in the Lakes Region, in Rio de Janeiro. It is a beautiful seaside town, marked by tourism. Every year tourists from all over the world come to the city. Including French actress Brigitte Bardot has been here. I'm sure Roger would love Buzios and its beautiful beaches.

We spent New Year's Eve in Buzios, with a grand ball, organized by my father and some friends. In our beach house in Buzios, which is very big there were more than fifty people to the dance New Year's Eve. Roger called me around nine. It was past one in the morning in Truro. He wished me Happy New Year. Clare spoke to me too. I had spent the phone Búzios house, saying it had already rented the house to the turn of the year. I know I should not lie to Roger, but since I started I have to go to the end. We talked a bit by phone and smile with Roger reports and their drunken family. All talked us for half an hour. 

My brother Igor noticed that I was taking too long on the phone. After Roger hung up the phone, my brother said, smiling: 

- Then I want to talk to you, my sister. I smiled back. I'm sure Igor wants to know why I was so long on the phone. 

My brother knows me very well, with the palm. Half - night we all toasted with champagne Moet and Chandon on arrival 1972 on the beach near our house, the arrival of a new year with new dreams and saw the great fireworks display. I took some pictures. Around one thirty in the morning when we returned to our home and continue the dance, Igor pulled me by the arm and led me to the porch of the house.

- What are you doing my brother? - I asked smiling.- Tell me everything, Miss Ivy, tell your brother. You stay long on the phone, talking to Roger, the guy who hit you. Did you and he are dating and I do not know yet? - He asked Igor smiling. - Do not hide it from me, please.

- Of course not my brother. - She said smiling. - Roger and I are just friends, great friends. 

- You swear to me? Swear for your brother? - he said. 

- Of course I swear to you, Igor. My brother, I would not lie to you. You know I trust you to speak my stuff is not it? - I said. 

He smiled back and hugged me and kissed my head. 

- Of course I know. I trust you and you trust me, we were always so much more than brothers, but also true friends. - He smiled. 

I relied heavily on my brother even. Igor and I have a very strong bond. When my brother is not good, I feel in my heart. I may be away, but I feel a tremendous anguish. The same thing is with Igor when I am not well, he says he feels in his heart as well. 

I can trust my brother, then I said to him: 

- But there's one thing I want to tell you, my brother, I should have said before. 

- The Ivy? It's okay my sister? - he asked. 

- It's okay with me yes, come. We'll talk in my room. I do not want to talk here, sometimes Mom and Dad may appear. - I said. 

Igor and I went to my room. We entered the room and I locked the door. I sat on my bed and told him: 

- Igor, what I said to Roger, about it being Biology student is true, however, there is much more than that and Dad may not know.

- What my sister? What Dad may not know? - Said my brother. 

- Roger and his friends have a rock band. Roger is a musician, he knows how to play guitar, guitar and drums and sings very well too. The rock band he is the drummer and backing vocalist. Even've watched the band's performances in some London pubs and I can say that they are amazing. They are talented and certainly some time from now will be a successful rock band. - Said excited to Igor.

Igor grinned with my report and said: 

- My sister, when I go to London, when I get two weeks in the city, I want to meet your friends and want to watch a presentation of the band. 

- Surely you attend. I will present them to the boys. I'm sure you'll like Roger, Brian, John and Freddie and they also really appreciate you. - said smiling. 

- What's the name of the band? - I asked my brother. 

- The name of the band is Queen. Who had the idea of ​​the band's name was Freddie, the lead singer and pianist of the band. - said smiling. 

Igor had a fit of laughter and said:

– If Dad knew in London, you're a friend of rockers, which has a rock band called Queen he disown you right now. 

I started to laugh at what my brother said. Igor could not stop laughing. We were already a little happy on behalf of Moet and Chandon. 

- And they are long-haired, my brother. Roger, Freddie, Brian and John have long hair, following the fashion of London rockers. And they follow the Glam Rock. If I told Dad about it now, it would drive me out of here, right now, asking me to leave the house. - said laughing falling into bed. 

My brother lay across the bed and we were staring at the ceiling and recalling moments of our childhood and early adolescence and when we care for the Rock and Roll as a teenager, with the arrival of Beatlemania in America. 

- Count with me, Ivy, for anything my beautiful sister. I love you very much and always will be with you, beside you. - Said Igor smiling. - I want to be best man at his wedding one day.

- Count me always too, Igor, for everything. I love you too much, my beloved brother. And for sure you will be one of my groomsmen. - said smiling at him. 

The rest of the morning spent talking to my brother. I have to enjoy every moment, because soon I will be returning to London ...  

P.S: The father of Ivy is an idiot, a boring, annoying, he offended all rockers. It will bring many problems to Ivy.