A TEACHER’S SQUEAKY VOICE ON THE MICROPHONE
Parents, please take your seats. We will now begin the graduation ceremony.
EXT. NIGHT. SMALL AMPHITHEATER IN A PUBLIC PARK
Several religious boys stand in a circle in an empty skating rink. Two of them are in the center, performing a rigid dance, throwing kicks and punches continuously. A small tape radio powered by batteries lies on the floor between them, playing a Samba tune used as background music for imaginary battle scenes. The light from the surrounding flashlights illuminates them with a white glow. Suddenly, several more boys appear from the far end of the garden, holding sticks and knives in their hands. Their shadows partially obscure the light from the group below. They stand in a line, waiting for the group below to assume an inviting posture for combat.
EXT. NIGHT. ANNUAL HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION CEREMONY
An elderly school principal ascends the podium. The thunderous applause of parents echoes through the auditorium, and a few students whistle loudly, creating a deafening noise. The spotlight partially blinds him. The principal reaches into his shirt pocket, pulls out a piece of paper containing his speech, places it on the podium, and wrestles with the microphone in his hand.
PRINCIPAL
In these challenging times, we witness unexplained phenomena, like the return of the prophets. We are witnessing a phenomenon that we haven't seen for thousands of years.