(After a time, he falls to his knees downstage of the cot)

Michael. (Praying) I have never been much of a praying man, and at times even questioned my own beliefs, especially when my parents… But if it be true, and you do exist, I beg of you, grant me this one wish and in return I promise to follow your path forever. This I swear on my life. Help me create my masterpiece. I fear that I cannot accomplish the task alone”. (He kneels in silence)

(After a while, he crosses to the boxes upstage L. and picks up painting tools. He takes a lit candle, and crosses to the easel C. stage. Michael continues to paint in candle light.)

(Fade to blackout)

(During blackout, sound of hard rain)

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Act One. Scene Five.

Michael’s Studio. The following morning.

(Lights up.)

(Michael is still hard at work on his portrait C. stage. He has not slept and looks very tired and dishevelled)

(A young man suddenly enters. The audience does not hear him. It is as if he just appears.)

Young Man.  Good morning, sir. May I enter?

Michael. (Stops painting and looks at him) Please do.

(The young man crosses L of the easel. He is beautiful. His features are perfect, face angelic; A look of pure innocence. His blond hair is long and neat; clothes, a sombre black, are immaculate. The young man’s manner is that of complete tranquillity. He does not show any emotion, and his voice is gentle, almost lyrical. Is he of this world? He carries a covered picture frame, underarm)

Michael. (Mesmerized by the young man’s demeanour.) Care for wine, sir?

Young Man. No, thank you, Sir. (Crosses to upstage R. of the easel) Begging your pardon. Are you unwell?

Michael. Tired, Sir. Just, tired. (He drinks.)… Now, I am rather busy, as you can see…

Young Man. (studying Michael’s self- portrait) Sir. If I may be so bold. Your work is absolutely marvellous. I am embarrassed to show you this.

(The man opens his package and hands a painting to Michael. The audience does not see it.)

(Michael gasps at the portrait.) Michael. That is it! It is me! Exactly as my dreams!

Young Man. Begging your pardon, sir. Is it to your liking?