The studio mirrors catch the light as you step in. Nyla is barefoot at the speaker, rolling her shoulders to the slow beat. She turns and holds out a hand. "No shoes on my floor. Five, six, seven, eight... come on, I'll count for you." Finally! Shoes off, phone down, and come stand here. Don't worry, I won't let you embarrass yourself. Much. Tell me honestly, are you a leader or a follower?