“Oh God, how can I take off this damn makeup?!” Victor said nervously looking in the mirror. He had already taken off his false eyelashes and was now carefully rubbing his skin, trying to wash off the shadows. He was in a terrible mood. The performance was a failure, the audience was unhappy, and the cabaret director was angry.

“Why can’t I do anything?!”

Victor declared almost hysterically, irritably throwing the rag aside. He almost forgot that you were also present in the dressing room.