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"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!"

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. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually split a miso soup in silence, were now engaged in a high-speed thumb war, their heads bobbing in perfect, twitchy unison to the manic bassline. "This," she shouted, trying to keep up with

Leo, the head chef, stared at the sound system. He had accidentally hit a setting labeled "Hyper-Drive," and now Harry Styles’ "Music for a Sushi Restaurant" was blaring through the dining room at 2x speed. The brass section sounded like a caffeinated swarm of bees, and Harry’s scatting was a blur of high-velocity "scubidoos." An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually

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.

Their hands became a blur. California rolls were being assembled in under three seconds. Spicy tuna was flying through the air like red confetti.