That reminds me...
David Lynch's: Tuscon.
WHERE'S MY FUCKING OPERA?
You've had my scripts for a week, and have yet to turn in a single playable note. And NO, I am not blasting the hall with brown noise, 2600 hertz, or a Mythbusters commercial on repeat!
I admit that it would be perfect for a modern work, but we're going for a period peice. Well, a period piece as written by deranged war vets and dominatrices on mescaline.
I've jsut finished the climax song to the Bavarian nipple duel between Hans and Dieter. You just need to write the harmonies for the sympathetic background scream chorus, and tlak our buddy, the little japanese dude who sings italian opera into doing a cameo, and we can call it a week.