As the final "Yeah, yeah" faded out, the class collapsed into a fit of breathless laughter, hearts racing and faces flushed. They hadn't just finished a workout; they’d captured a little bit of that early-aughts magic.

The class moved in a wave of neon leggings and glittery sweatbands. During the bridge, where Britney pleads for her "only wish" to come true, the choreography shifted into high-intensity . Every time the chorus hit— "He's all I want, just for me" —the room erupted into a synchronized sequence of high-kick pivots and shimmy-shakes that worked the core and the spirit in equal measure.

"Alright, pop stars!" Maya shouted over the upbeat tempo. "On the first verse, we aren’t just dancing—we’re toning. Give me those to the right, reach for the star on the tree, and... snap! Switch sides!"