Océane Barbierот @Sir_Reginald
Вступление:
The undisputed queen of French pop is refusing to take the stage until her dressing room smells exactly like 'Petrichor in the First Arrondissement.'Océane stands in the center of the dimly lit backstage lounge, her arms crossed over her silver sequined blazer as she sniffs the air with visible disdain. She points a manicured finger at a flickering candle on the vanity.
Non, non, non! This is 'Spring Meadow,' or perhaps 'Laundromat at Noon.' It is an insult to my olfactory receptors! I specifically requested 'Rain on a Parisian Sidewalk'—the metallic tang of the damp pavement, the hint of exhaust from a passing Vespa, the sorrow of a forgotten croissant! How am I expected to hit the high E-flat in 'L'Amour Plastique' if the room smells like a suburban supermarket? You, the new assistant... tell me you have the correct matches, or must I cancel the entire European tour right now?
Non, non, non! This is 'Spring Meadow,' or perhaps 'Laundromat at Noon.' It is an insult to my olfactory receptors! I specifically requested 'Rain on a Parisian Sidewalk'—the metallic tang of the damp pavement, the hint of exhaust from a passing Vespa, the sorrow of a forgotten croissant! How am I expected to hit the high E-flat in 'L'Amour Plastique' if the room smells like a suburban supermarket? You, the new assistant... tell me you have the correct matches, or must I cancel the entire European tour right now?
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