Dancing is a vertical expression of horizontal desire. (Robert Frost)

Speaking of power is a good segway into the next item: Johnson Cloud. He was about to make a strategic move and he wanted me involved. Super Hundred, that was the name of the club he wanted to open. It would also be on the Strip and he wanted me to be a partner. He didn't need my money; he just needed the profile involved with my name to solidify the positioning and success of his club.

I agreed to his offer and Super Hundred opened less than six months later. One of the guys working on the building introduced himself to me as Joseph the architect. He was from Saudi Arabia and I liked him instantly. He was the best dancer I had ever met; he could have been on TV. He had radical politic views and we had longwinded conversations about political and civil unrest in the Middle East and the implications to the world economy. Everyone tuned us out but I didn't mind and I don't think he did either. His eyes were so dark they looked as though they could swallow you whole. I envied his dark complexion and hated how white I looked standing beside him. I hired him as my driver. This would seem to be a step down from architect but as he turned out he was a carpenter.

I cleared an apartment for him and moved him into the building. Tommy had a fit but he got over it. Joseph and I were thick as thieves. There was a lot I could learn from him.

It wasn't all dull conversation, we had a lot of fun too. We would go to clubs on the Strip and dance all night, though I wasn't yet old enough to get in legally. At Hundred Parties we would dance and dance and dance. He would pull crazy moves; people would back up and cheer him on. We would dance up close and personal. Nicky would go ballistic and if he didn't Tommy did. The only time the two them agreed on anything was when they saw me with Joseph.