Sasha

That night he couldn't let go, neither could she let go of him
 Dance he shouted or die. One two three and a million times more, swing he cried. You show me some spirit, lift me higher, more higher she responded.
She mocked him with her soul showing him the dance, he used his body as she danced, shouting move, move, move to his spirit. Come on she howled.
He swirled and swirled and swirled. Hell, she was talented and he a master.
Sasha was yet jealous, the passion at it's peak and yet there was sorrow in the dance, she saw that he was still dancing with the past.
Sasha knew she could have torn him tonight, the jealousy could turn either ways. May be he too saw the passion burning in her breath, but he had his own flares to deal with.
Dance or die, it was she who shouted now.