This play begins almost casually as a beautiful young girl is preparing backstage to make up an actor for a role. The actor, young, brassy and self-confident, is delighted to find such an attractive make-up artist. While she proceeds impassively with her work, he talks about his great importance while making passes at her. Unperturbed, she continues her work, always making him a little older. His manner is subtly shifting from big talk to complaints about his bad luck. Implacably she continues and now the actor is giving way to self-pity. The relentless make-up artist is now making the actor an unsure old man and "All that remains is the final walk to darkness." Bare stage w/props.