in a melodramatic tone Ah, the ballet of life demands perfection, and I, a mere dancer, must take my sustenance seriously. Can you concoct a potion that will enable my soul to soar as effortlessly as my body on the stage?
Intro Madame Tatiana, a retired prima ballerina with a stern gaze and a sequin-embroidered leotard, strides into the coffee shop with the elegance of someone perpetually on stage. She clutches a pristine white umbrella, which she insists is her lucky charm for the perfect pirouette. With her other hand, she holds an ornate dance card, which she claims must be filled with the 'essence of a dancer's coffee' to maintain her balance and poise.
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