“Dance like nobody’s watching…”

They twirled across the startup lounge like golden coins in a broken vending machine.

No business plan. No pitch deck. Just high heels made of adrenaline and dreams backed by suspiciously infinite stacks of bills.

“Dance like nobody’s watching,” one yelled — right before knocking over a ring light and five motivational posters about quarterly KPIs.

The other one — flaunting a belt made of bitcoin receipts — yelled back, “Spend like the receipts never print!” as if possessed by the ghost of a credit card on its fourth espresso.

In the air: a smell of fresh optimism mixed with the sweat of financial denial.

They moved like two algorithms on a feedback loop, vibing to the soundtrack of their own delusions. The money wasn’t theirs. The confidence was borrowed. But the moves? Pure IPO energy.

Behind them, a finance intern quietly screamed into an Excel sheet.

Some say they were just interns who found the company Amex. Others claim they’re viral marketing spirits summoned when someone says “vibes” too many times near a cash register.

But for one pink afternoon, they were legends.

They didn’t break the bank.

They freelanced the collapse.