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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."

Just as Harry’s voice hit that iconic, lightning-fast high note, the front door swung open. It was the city’s harshest food critic. She took one look at the chaos—a waiter doing a parkour flip over a tempura station while Harry chirped "It's on fire!"—and she didn't scowl. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

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. Leo, the head chef, stared at the sound system