[INTRO] (Soft piano. Students move between classes. The school day settles into its rhythm.) ENSEMBLE (softly): One more morning… One more bell… One more story left to tell… ⸻ [VERSE 1 — MAYA] Yesterday felt far away, Now tomorrow’s here. Everybody says this year goes fast… But we’ve got months from here. Auditions… Classes… Late-night rehearsals… Homecoming… Winter shows… Spring concerts… There’s still so much to do. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — JORDAN] Everybody’s making plans, Color-coding every day. Relax… It’s September. We’ve got plenty of time. We’ve got football games, Coffee after school, Movie nights, Inside jokes… Nothing’s changing yet. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] AVA: One assignment… One rehearsal… One more chance to get it right. ⸻ ELIJAH: One more dance… One more performance… One more Friday night. ⸻ [CHORUS] FULL COMPANY: 🎶 We have time… More than enough. Another sunrise, Another month. We’ll laugh, We’ll dream, We’ll make it through… There’s still so much We’re meant to do. 🎶 🎶 We have time… So don’t be afraid. The future can wait Just one more day. Let’s live this moment Before it’s gone… We’ve got time. We’ve got time. 🎶 ⸻ [VERSE 3 — RILEY] (Filming friends around campus.) Every picture tells a story, But nobody thinks, “This could be the last one.” Maybe that’s the beauty of it. You never know You’re making memories Until they become memories. ⸻ [MONTAGE SECTION] [The music becomes more rhythmic as scenes flow across the stage.] [Students rehearsing.] [Friends eating lunch.] [Late-night studying.] [Dance practice.] [Choir rehearsal.] [A football game.] [City lights.] [A birthday celebration.] [The audience watches ordinary moments that will later become precious.] ⸻ [BRIDGE] (Music softens.) MAYA: Promise me… No matter where we end up… We’ll remember this. ⸻ JORDAN: That’s easy. We’ve got forever. ⸻ [A brief silence. The orchestra holds a gentle chord.] ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — BIGGER] FULL COMPANY: 🎶 We have time… To chase the stars. To become Who we really are. Every hello, Every goodbye, Feels so far away tonight. 🎶 🎶 We have time… So let’s not rush. Hold this feeling, Hold this us. Because somehow, Somewhere, Some day… We’ll look back And smile. 🎶 ⸻ [OUTRO] (The music becomes intimate again.) ENSEMBLE (softly): We have time… We have time… We have… (The school bell rings, cutting off the final word.) Blackout.
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