Their faces were youthful, their clothes a little cheap, and their eyes held a mixture of awe for City Hall and a longing for the future.
Behind them sat their parents.
Those workers, servers, and janitors with calloused hands were now wearing old suits, sitting ramrod straight, their faces beaming with unconcealable pride.
Leo Wallace stood in the wings backstage, adjusting his tie.
Ethan stood beside him, holding the list of award recipients.
"Fifty people in total," Ethan reported. "Each receives an award of twenty thousand US dollars a year, plus a full scholarship covering all tuition and living expenses for four years of college. We squeezed the funds from the surplus in the Revitalization Plan."
"What are the conditions?" Leo asked.
