A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. For a while her mind go through several pictures and unclear voices and laughing.... Louder the claps get her back to the stage.. Suddenly her eyes become an ocean.. She sat in a silent isolated corner and cries uncontrollably... Her lost faiths..hopes..love..expectations.. everything blinks in her mind..

"if he saw me, he will definitely come hear for me. I've to go before that, yes I have to go"

Suddenly she jumped up and get out of the...