He remembered the first time he danced in front of people. His parents had been having a dinner party and seven year old Isaac had seen his chance to imitate the play they'd gone to the night before. Isaac raced into the middle of the group of adults, declared that he was now the Nutcracker Prince, and threw himself into the moves that had so impressed him. Of course, the moves that he'd liked so much had actually been the ones done by the Sugarplum Fairies, but he rather liked the idea of being the Prince instead. It sounded better in his head.<br/><br/>When Isaac had tired himself out, the other grown ups told his parents that he hadn't been that bad. He'd actually managed some of the simpler moves and his coordination was quite impressive for a seven year old.<br/><br/>"Next time, just ask us. If you want to dance, we'll get you a teacher, but it's impolite to interrupt!" Isaac's father had scolded once the others had gone.<br/><br/>And why wouldn't they let him? They had been hippies themselves, still were in a lot of ways, and it was 70's! So they encouraged their young son to explore himself to his fullest capacity. If Isaac wanted to dance, he'd learn to dance and they knew that he would be wonderful at it.<br/><br/>"And look at me now." He murmured to himself outside of the club he currently worked in. He leaned against the alley wall, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the smog-covered sky. Isaac could feel the dull thumping of the bass-heavy music and it made him smile. Sure, it wasn't the Grand Stage, but stripping was definitely better in some ways than Ballet. Isaac stubbed his cigarette against the wall and threw it to the ground with little thought, pondering on what he wanted to get for breakfast on his way home. After all, spending the night tossing aside the pieces from his sexy lumberjack costume and spinning around upside down on a pole tended to build one's appetite.