Isaac took a quick peek at the audience for tonight. Performing at a gentlemen's club was hard, given the audience consisted of burly men who are quite judgmental. Isaac gulped slightly, the crowd was quite vicious today. He had seen three acts before him get booed off the stage. There were two more performances before he was on stage. Hopefully they could liven the crowd a bit.

Isaac is quite the charming young man with brown hair and eyes. He had been working at this club for a few weeks now, usually being a waiter for the gentlemen. They seemed more polite to the waiters than the performers for some odd reason. Anyways, Isaac's nerves continued to get the best of him rather than go away.

The point was he wanted to perform and practically begged to the owner to get on stage. Even though his pleads made him look "pathetic," he got his chance at the club. He dressed himself up handsomely for his debut: a classic black tuxedo jacket with his white tuxedo shirt, a black bow tie and cummerbund, slacks, and black dress socks and tap shoes. He was excited to perform, but that quickly changed when he got on stage and the act before him reaction from the audience.

The fifth act of the night was a man dressed in a black lingerie and heels. He was doing a small dance to entertain the crowd, which was proving somewhat effective. Issac thought it was entertaining, until someone in the audience did the unspeakable. One gentleman hurled a cake that struck him in the chest. The man gasped in shock before getting hit by other pastry, this time in the face. And the audience laughed at him before hurling more pastries at the performer.

Isaac heard every splat that struck the dancer, who kept dancing despite the humiliation he was receiving. After his performance, he took his leave and came back stage, covered in pies.

He heard his name called to the stage. Isaac gulped nervously. Hopefully he did not end up like him. Taking a deep breath, Isaac came onto the stage and began to tap dance. The tap routine was similar to Fred Astaire's "No Strings" dance. Isaac tapped danced to his delight, getting over his anxiety filled mind and performed with a smile. At his ending number, he used jazz hands and a smile that he wore proud on his face. He had done it and was glad to be showered with an applause of the club's gentlemen.

And an additional applause.

After three bows in row, Isaac had his arms opened wide which got some uninvited attention. Too busy basking in the applause, Isaac was struck in the face with a pie. The pastry collided with his handsome face, slightly mucking up his hair. Crust fell before the cream shortly fell down his wonderful tuxedo. Isaac gasped in shock at the action, hands to the side in the same mannerism as his face.

The club began to laugh at his misfortune and join in his humiliation. Isaac didn't have time to react and was subjected to splat after splat from pies to cakes. Each pastry landed either on his face or tuxedo. The performer lost count of the many impacts he endured. The stage became a creamy floor which Isaac slipped back on, adding to his humiliation. His backside gained a creamy coat that tarnished the silk of the tuxedo, not like it matter at this point since he was completely covered.

After his humiliation on stage, Isaac managed to climb to his feet after slipping with his dress shoes multiple times to the point the laughter just continued nonstop. Straighten his tuxedo to the best of his ability, Isaac took his leave, head held high and not trying to care about what he just endured. Backstage, Isaac found a conveniently placed mirror that depicted his messy appearance.

Along his face, cream and frosting remained, much to his displeasure. His brown hair was covered in bits of cake and pies as well. His stunning black tuxedo jacket was now sporting white stains like his former crisp white tuxedo shirt. His black cummerbund had been pelted with pies, leaving quite a mark. The black bow tie he wore was crooked and smeared with the desserts. His slacks had the pastry remains run down the legs, while his black dress socks and tap shoes were also smeared in the same contents.

Utter humiliated, Isaac took his leave. Not wanting to see anyone else perform, the tap dancer took off in his creamy tuxedo. Hopefully next time, he would not be tap dancing for pies if that was the outcome.