Alright, let’s paint the night in sequins! Picture us stepping onto that rooftop in high‑top sneakers, the city pulse as our metronome. First, a slow, sweeping wave—hands up, hips swivel, we’re feeling the glow, like a slow‑dance intro. Then, boom, we explode into a glitter‑burst leap—every jump shouts “glitter!” as we dive into that vat, and while we’re splashing, we hit a rapid‑fire breakdance spin, spinning so fast the glitter becomes a halo. Finish with a freeze, a single standing pose, breathing, and a soft, glittery glow, so the crowd sees the rhythm of our heart and the city’s beat. That’s the groove—wild, bright, and a little bit of magic in every step.