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In a high school auditorium during evening rehearsal, warm stage lights illuminate a large theater space with red velvet seats and a painted backdrop. The stage is busy with white American students in casual rehearsal clothes - jeans, t-shirts, sneakers. Wide shot: Aiden (18, tall, blonde, in fitted jeans and polo shirt) strides angrily across the stage toward Luna (16, petite, dark ponytail, headset around neck, stage manager clipboard). Medium shot: Luna backs up, hands raised defensively, as Aiden towers over her, face twisted with rage. Close-up: His hand connects with her cheek in a sharp slap, the sound echoing. Luna stumbles backward into a wooden set piece, her headset flying off. Cut to: The entire cast of 35 students gasps in unison, phones dropping, conversations stopping dead. Wide shot: Behind the painted backdrop, a paintbrush clatters to the floor. Marco (45, salt-and-pepper beard, paint-stained jeans and flannel shirt) steps into the bright stage lights, hands still covered in wet paint. Close-up: His face is calm but his eyes burn with controlled fury. He says quietly but clearly: "That's my daughter." The entire auditorium falls silent, tension thick in the air. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.