[It was impossible to not notice the girl with no apparent sense of rhythm. Aizawa wanted to leave her be-- really, he did. But it was the ghosts of DJs from the past, whose faces he couldn't see but whose voices shook his bones, that inevitably drove him to lift a hand to catch the girl before she Bunny Hopped someone into the ground.]
Diner
Hey. Slow down a minute.
You'll do better if you get out of your head.