June 19th. It was the last Friday night of the Fringe Fest.
On the streets of Montreal’s Plateau neighborhood, flocks of cheerful and light-hearted people were meandering from one venue to another hoping to witness their favourite theatre show.
Amidst all of the commotion, I was dashing through the crowded streets to reach my destination when a silhouette – much like a ghost – walked right past me and evaporated into thin air as quickly as it had passed through the doors of le Divan Orange..
Completely unfazed by the unusual yet underwhelming apparition, I continued to walk towards my own finish line.
