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An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually split a miso soup in silence, were now engaged in a high-speed thumb war, their heads bobbing in perfect, twitchy unison to the manic bassline.

He didn't turn it off. Instead, he grabbed a whisk, used it as a baton, and conducted the kitchen staff in a frantic, 150-BPM dance. If Harry wanted to make music for a sushi restaurant, he clearly intended for it to be served with a side of pure, unadulterated speed. harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks. An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually

Their hands became a blur. California rolls were being assembled in under three seconds. Spicy tuna was flying through the air like red confetti. If Harry wanted to make music for a

The neon sign for "Gill’s Galley" flickered in time with the frantic, high-pitched beat of a night that had gone completely off the rails.