Quitting You

I twittered an observation recently about an old man in a suit eating a mr. softee ice cream cone. I wish I had taken a picture because the mental image of him eating the frozen treat so slowly still haunts me. It was so sad.

A few nights ago, someone mentioned seeing the Sex & the City movie on opening day in Times Square and how dressed up people got. Somehow, this sparked a discussion which led to the best idea ever. I’ll save the details for my biography. But here’s the pitch for a musical: UFC meets Brokeback Mountain meets West Side Story.

I’m picturing a scene where two guys on two opposing teams on The Ultimate Fighter fall in love with each other. And toward the end of the season of forbidden love, they are required to fight each other. While they’re grappling, the rest of the members of the teams are around the cage. They are looking in and their primal yells slowly transform into comments about the holds being performed and looking confused.

This is gold. And to think that this is just one scene. I’ve got to think about music now.