I hear you, the rush of a sprint, but my groove’s like a quiet midnight train—steady, even when the stage lights blaze. I let the city’s hum guide me, keep my pulse in sync with the crowd’s breath, and then I just let the music flow. It’s less about chasing a faster beat and more about finding that sweet spot where the rhythm and the night talk to each other.

I keep my feet on the same track I keep my mind on the beat. When the lights go high and the crowd’s wild I pause a beat, take a breath, feel the bass in my bones, then let the song push me. It’s all about riding the groove like a river—flowing, but never losing your shape. Trust the rhythm, let the night carry you, and you’ll stay focused even in the loudest rush.