A boy-man makes his way onto stage.
They're all staring at him, five-hundred odd shining, dejected, anguished, jealous, and plain old tired faces.
Lost in a sea of his peers, Jousiah nervously prepares.
He's valedcation of the class of "who knows who cares". He's excepted to make some triumphant, self-serving speech to deaf ears.
Jousiah adjusts the mic with sweaty palms and they all lean in.
"Ehmm. Hello class, goodbye class. It's been one hell of a ride and I know you're tired of listening..."
"Go now, be free!"
Jousiah drops the mic and the arena erupts.