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Interior of an American high school auditorium, late afternoon, warm overhead stage lighting. All characters are clearly American, natural and realistic in appearance. OPENING SHOT — extreme close-up: the face of a white American man in his late forties, wearing a gray janitorial work uniform. He is seated in a row of parents. A single tear moves slowly down his cheek. His jaw is set. His eyes are fixed forward, locked on something out of frame. He does not wipe the tear. He is completely still, the way a person is still when they are trying not to fall apart in public. Over this image, from somewhere off-screen, a teenage boy's voice carries clearly through a microphone: "My dad cleans this school. He's been here for seventeen years." The man does not move. Another tear follows the first. PULL BACK — the camera widens to reveal the full auditorium. Three hundred people are on their feet. Parents, teachers, students — all standing, all clapping. The applause is visible before it is heard: bodies turned toward the stage, hands moving, faces open and raw. Some people are crying. Some are laughing through the tears. A teacher near the aisle has her hand pressed over her mouth. CENTER STAGE — a teenage white American boy in an oversized blazer steps back from the podium. He is not smiling. He is looking directly at the man in the gray uniform. The man in the uniform rises slowly from his seat. Through tears, barely above a whisper: "I'm proud of you." The auditorium erupts. The sound finally hits — full, unstoppable, human. Cinematic grounded realism, Netflix short-form drama tone. Emotion carried through faces, stillness, and the contrast between one man's quiet tears and three hundred people standing. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles.