Summer: 2022
[An old pickup truck weaves through the backwoods of Weehawken in the dead of night.]
[The windows are rolled down, allowing the passage of summer’s finale number; crickets chirping, wind ruffling the leaves of full trees. Only the hum of the vehicle and the beat of bumps on the winding road break the silence.]
[That is...until the driver of the truck hears another another sound- No, another rising song dancing on the cool breeze.]
[He thinks he might be imagining it, but it persists. It’s...singing. And it’s laughter and excited chatter. It comes to him from far off in the distance but its unmistakable.]
[A glance through the side window is all it takes to step down hard on the breaks. He fumbles the gear stick into park. He blinks a few times to clear up his sight and squints out into the dark at a distant light. [He should have expected this, probably, but he just can’t help but wonder, in a state of disbelief;]
[’Is that what he thinks it is?’] [He switches the engine off with a turn of his hand and his surroundings fall into darkness. And when he steps out, he’s greeted with a sight the likes of which he hasn’t seen in years.]
[It all comes rushing back. Falling from his lips without a second thought, he enters into duet with the song that passes over the trees surrounding Camp Weehawken.]
“-...you’ll...be talking. Cause Once just isn’t enough.”
