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"I can't reach the dial!" Leo shouted over the frantic trumpets. He was currently pinned behind a massive delivery of bluefin tuna.

"This," she shouted, trying to keep up with the rhythm, "is the first time sushi has felt like a contact sport! Five stars for the cardio alone!" harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

The neon sign for "Gill’s Galley" flickered in time with the frantic, high-pitched beat of a night that had gone completely off the rails. "I can't reach the dial

She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks. Five stars for the cardio alone

In the dining room, the vibe changed instantly. Usually, the upscale crowd at Gill’s nibbled on nigiri with pinkies extended. But the acted like a shot of adrenaline to the soul.

They weren't walking; they were power-sliding. Drinks were being refilled before the ice had even settled.

Leo finally kicked the tuna crate aside and lunged for the "Stop" button, but he paused. He looked at the room: the energy was electric, the fish was fresh, and everyone was accidentally having the fastest, best night of their lives.