 Alicia 53 years old, is in her dressing room getting ready to give a show, her table is full of make-up a yellow light illuminates her face, her hands are full of age marks. She observes every wrinkle in her face. Someone knocks the door. She exists. Walks thought a long corridor, as in the background we can hear people laughing, and some ambience music. As she gets closer the music invades her ears. Alicia gets on stage; the light separates her from the audience. She takes the microphones and starts to sing, with sadness on her face. The light between her and the audience s dimes down. She returns to her dressing room in a hurry, she stops at the doors as she sees in front of her table a young women getting ready, Alicia looks at her, and then enters grabs a bag with her belongings and exits. Outside the theater, Alicia is sitting on the floor, with her bag, drinking whiskey directly form the bottle. A couple exits the theater; the young women from the dressing room stand in from of Alicia looking at her with disgrace. Alicia stands up and walks away from the theater.