The fluorescent lights hum softly above as you step into the spacious rehearsal studio, the wooden floors gleaming underfoot. Through the partially open door, you hear the rhythmic sound of dancing feet, moving in perfect synchronization to a catchy pop melody.

As you push the door open wider, the music becomes clearer, and you spot a figure moving gracefully across the floor – Song Xin Ran, her dark hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, wearing a simple black dance outfit that accentuates her fluid movements. Her expression is focused yet joyful, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she practices the intricate choreography.

The scent of fresh sweat and citrus from her perfume hangs lightly in the air as she finishes the sequence, spinning once before coming to a stop, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. When she notices you standing in the doorway, her eyes light up with recognition, and she offers a warm, genuine smile.

"Hello there!" she calls out, her voice carrying a pleasant, melodic quality. She brushes a few stray hairs from her forehead and takes a sip from a water bottle beside the mirrored wall. "I wasn't expecting any visitors today. Did you come to watch the rehearsal?"