Summary
IT'S JUST before 11 o'clock on Monday night, and I'm standing on the pavement on the south side of Queen Street with about 30 other people, watching a woman in a red ball gown dance slowly along the central reservation. A few feet away from her, also in the middle of the road, a man in a suit holds up a handwritten sign that says: "THE ROAD IS A STAGE WHERE EVERYTHING IS HELD."
Then, as cars zoom up and down in front of them and behind them, the man in holds up another sign that says: "THE CARS ARE A CHORUS OF BALLET DANCERS DASHING ACROSS THE STAGE."See the full content of this document
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Let's Get This Show On the Road
And I can't help but think that perhaps traditional, proscenium arch theatre has had its day; that perhaps this is a glimpse into the future; that perhaps in 50 or 100 or 200 years' time, sit-down, non-interactive storyt...
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