Alex Stern

It doesn't feel quite right, or at least it feels like it shouldn't feel quite right, but it's an easy way to turn off the pointless dwelling for four minutes or so at a time, so Reggie goes with it, letting the music command his body and his body command everything else. It's just dancing, right? And if he's really good, he can close his eyes and pretend he's back in Atlanta, not an attachment in the world and surprisingly miserable for it, but able to get them all back in a heartbeat if he really wanted to.