Tracers abound around the birthday boy's limbs, his body still shifting and moving with the beats. Marcus is still lost in the music, occupying a small space on the floor near the center of the circle. As he moves, he alternately mixes in a half-break, some pure dance, and liquid. His tracers aren't drug induced; his look more like what you would see if the motion blur caused by speed was slowed down astronomically... strange.