A series of mini-dramas based on public conversations, as overheard and rewritten by local playwright/director Aurora Stewart de Peña.
Overheard at Yonge-Dundas Square
Chayce, Jenn and Mandi ascend the steps to the street from the subway. They are in their mid-teens. Chayce wears a baseball hat with a curved brim. Mandi and Jenn both wear low, tight, pale jeans and bomber jackets in non-leather materials. All three have backpacks, their thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps.
Chayce: This is it?
Mandi: Is it? I don’t fucking know.
Chayce: It’s supposed to be a square.
Jenn: Well it’s not an actual square in a square shape.
Chayce: Yeah, no shit. It’s an intersection.
What’s the point of calling it a square if it’s not a square?
I thought there would be people having café au laits and shit.
Mandi: We’re not in fucking Paris, France, Chayce. It’s still Canada.
Mandi: It’s a fucking scooter!
Ahmed, in neatly tailored forest green pants, drives by on a red vespa, screaming into his cellphone.
Ahmed: Why do you insist on degrading me like this, Francine?!!?
Ahmed drives away.
Chayce: Fuckin’ idiot. Guy looked like an idiot.
Jenn: He was hot.
Chayce: They tell you it’s a fucking square, but they’re fucking lying. That’s for sure.
Jenn: Who do you think Francine is?