Now, to the dancers: we also need to talk.
Yes, you can stand. Yes, you can dance. Yes, you can throw your hands up during the big chorus and briefly become the person you imagined you would be when you bought the ticket.
But if you have assigned seats, your seat space is your kingdom.
Not the aisle. Not the row. Not the lap of the stranger beside you. Not the three-seat radius you have claimed through vibes.
You are not in the pit. You are in Section 104, Row J, Seat 12. That means there are borders.
Dance inside them.
The people around you did not agree to become part of your cardio program. They should not have to defend their drink, their toes, or their dental work because you heard the opening riff and lost all knowledge of geometry.