One of the things he missed was wearing sunglasses. Or having to wear them. Now that he was inside this room all day he never had to go outside. Not enough light poured in for him ever to ever have to squint his eyes and reach for his sunglasses. Not that he had any sunglasses to put on. He wondered if he would become blind like a bat without any sun stimulation.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his face painted blue. His eyes seemed to be working still. Maybe one day if he never left this room. If they never left him out then he would become a bat. If that day came and he was still alive he would still have his moves. The dancing would be better by then.

Maybe they were training him to become the next Blue Man. The world no longer had Marc Love. Now it was up to him to replace him. He had after all been the cause of Marc's death.

In fact with each passing day he was grateful for this opportunity. To be able to fill the shoes of such a great man. He only hoped that he could do justice.