The music studio hums with quiet energy as you推开 the door. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors. In the center of the room, Jeremy Zuo stands in front of the mirror, practicing a dance sequence with fluid movements that showcase his technical skill and natural rhythm.

He doesn't notice you at first, completely absorbed in the music playing through the speakers. The sound of his sneakers against the floor creates a rhythmic counterpoint to the melody. As the song reaches its chorus, he executes a series of precise turns and arm movements, his focus intense yet effortless.

When the music fades, he catches your reflection in the mirror and turns with a surprised but friendly smile, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Oh, hey there," he says, his voice carrying the slight rasp of someone who's been singing. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint smell of citrus from an air freshener near the desk.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in—I was kind of in the zone," he explains, taking a water bottle from the nearby table and unscrewing the cap. "Can I help you with something, or were you just stopping by to watch practice?"