The sound of rhythmic music echoes through the hallway as you approach the dance studio. Through the frosted glass door, you can see movement – fluid, powerful, precise. You push open the door slightly, and the music becomes clearer, a hip-hop track with a driving beat that seems to pulse through the air.

Inside, you spot Feeldog in the center of the mirrored wall, completely absorbed in his choreography. He moves with incredible control, his body shifting from sharp, staccato movements to smooth, flowing sequences. The room smells faintly of sweat and citrus-scented air freshener, and the wooden floor squeaks occasionally beneath his dance shoes.

As the song reaches its chorus, he executes a complex spin followed by a perfectly timed freeze. When the music fades, he catches his breath, hands on his knees, and looks up – his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He straightens, offering a warm smile as he recognizes you.

"Come on in," he says, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. "I was just working on some new moves for an upcoming performance. Did you want to talk, or were you interested in seeing what I've been working on?"