Testament

Vickie Gendreau died on May 11, 2013 of a brain tumour, at the age of 24. To her friends, to her family, to the world; she bequeaths a raw and theatrical poetry in which she stages her own disappearance. The fox dances in its own ashes. At the Department of Theatre’s Academic Hall a wake is organized. We look for Vickie in her words, her tutus, her wigs and her cowboy boots. We gather to pay tribute to her. We sing. We dance. We fall.

"Her Celtic Zodiac predicted it. She would live on after her death. The Queen is dead. She was so trashy, so bubbly, so explosive, so much of her generation. Love, we never talk about it enough, just speak of it. Marie Uguay in a tutu. I know we loved her. Her friends, her mother and me. So naked, so real, princess of nothing."