Her name is Good.

And her father had a dream.

He built that dream out of a Georgia swamp with his bare hands and strength of will.

It isn't Good's dream, though. She has other plans.

But her father's sudden death, her love for him, and his near mythic and ghostly presence on the property have kept her feeling obligated to maintaining and operating the dying Starlite Drive-in theater. She also feels responsible for her father's old friends - the drive-in being their home and livelihood.

Good's art, along with her hopes and dreams, have taken a firm backseat to the daily tasks of running a business and wrestling with a massive, temperamental and outdated movie projector she calls 'the beast'. All the while she faces down a huge, white screen that seems like a never blinking eye keeping watch of her every move.

She's certain she'll never escape. She also has a lot on her plate right now.

The Georgia winter was a short one and there's plenty to do before the crumbling Starlite will be ready for the upcoming season.

What she certainly doesn't need is a handsome stranger to come wandering into her life. He has only one name, drives a classic car in showroom condition, and has odd burn scars on the palms of his hands. To top it off, he claims to have amnesia.

But Elvis likes him. And Elvis means the world to Good.

While she hasn't the time nor the patience for any of this, she can hear Elvis saying plain as day: "There's a story here what needs a tellin'."

You see, a new season is about to open for the Starlite.

Yes sir, a whole lot of new is about to open up.