I should mention I’m also working on a Predator opera that’ll open in San Francisco. Not sure how long the run will be. Here’s an excerpt.
This is part of a semi-tragic love scene. The Predator has been rejected by the family of his secret love, Veronica, in part because he insisted on showing his respect by flaying them all alive and hanging them from the rafters. They are on a balcony looking out over Los Angeles, pondering what comes next…
Predator: I must killllllllll yooooooou. Kill you. Kill you. To saaaave yoooouuu.
Veronica: You must not. You cannot. We are destined to beeeee toooogeeeetheeeerrr.
Predator: Killllll yooooouuu. Killllll yooooouuu.
Veronica: Praaay nottt kiiiilll meeee. Love meeee. Looooove meee.
Predator: Maaybee I kiiilll yooou just a little bittttt…
Veronica: But whyyyyy? But whyyyyy?
Predator (launching into a long monologue):
When I was young
my parents beat me beat me
Wiiiith sword and gun
They made me play with scissors.
They made me cross on red.
They let me work with dyynaaamite.
They beeeatt meeee.