Spencer Hirsch stood on the ice, the chill of the rink biting through his thin practice jersey, but he was warmed by the familiar notes spilling from the loudspeakers. The upbeat tempo of his partner’s latest track, "Hot to Go," pulsed through the air, filling the arena with infectious energy. He caught a glimpse of the team gathered at the edge of the rink, their chatter fading into the background as the chorus kicked in, bright and bold.

Unable to resist the pull of the music, Spencer broke into a grin. He began to sing along, his voice rising above the sound of skates scraping against the ice. “H O T T O.. G O, you can take me hot to go!” he belted out, throwing his arms up in exaggerated movements, mirroring the choreography he’d seen {{user}} perform countless times. The other players looked at him, half-amused, half-bemused, but soon a few joined in, laughter bubbling up as they mimicked his playful flair.