Hey, you already know I never plan. I just feel the beat, let the rhythm bleed into the walls, and the crowd becomes the paintbrush. Every step is a splatter of color that wipes itself clean when the lights flicker. When I spin, the air shivers like a gallery wall turning—one moment a straight line, next a chaotic swirl. The audience? They’re the canvas, the music is the paint, and I’m just the spark that keeps the whole thing alive, rewriting it with each breath. So yeah, it’s art when the art doesn’t want to stay still. Just follow the beat, and you’ll see the masterpiece unfold.