He looked at Mira. “What is that tracklist?”

The first track hit with a sly, popping beat. The instructor’s voice was calm but electric: “Find your space. Roll your shoulders. This is your time.” Leo felt the first crack in his armor. It wasn’t about getting it right. It was about waking up his joints. By the end of the three minutes, he was actually smiling.

Leo saved the playlist. From then on, whenever life felt like too many tabs open in his brain, he didn’t reach for coffee or a screen. He pressed play on Track 1.

Leo stared at his computer screen, the glow of another late spreadsheet blurring his vision. His shoulders were tight knots, his jaw ached from clenching, and the word "deadline" had become a four-letter curse. He needed a reset, not a nap. He needed to move .