APPARITIONS TV (promo B-Day)

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j'aimerais bien le même moi ....

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Sep. 16, 2006. 11:27 PM


It started in the cab ride as we pulled up to Victoria and Dundas Sts.

"What's going on?" the cabbie inquired.

"Beyoncé's playing a free concert," I replied.

"Woah," he said, turning around, eyes widening. "Beyoncé?"

It was 30 minutes before showtime and we could hear the cheering from the square.

The streets were filled from Bay St. to Victoria along Dundas.

Like Best Buy, the big-box store she was promoting, Yonge and Dundas was a virtual cube of bodies, crammed imaginary wall to wall.

Some savvy folks had gathered along Victoria, knowing the Bootylicious star was sure to enter from that side.

The famed beauty was supposed to appear on stage by eight sharp, but at 8:06 p.m. we were waiting.

Suddenly like ants swarming towards a picnic, those who had sacrificed a spot closer to the stage to see her enter from behind, began pushing and shoving.

A black SUV crawled through the throngs and that was it for the camera-wielding minions.

But the night was just starting to heat up for those already locked down in the square.

Beyoncé's voice could be heard before she appeared in a silky green, yellow and orange dress, singing her latest single, "Déjà vu."

Thousands of onlookers sang the lyrics, outpowering the feisty femme fatale as she and four sexy backup dancers — plus an entourage of fully-female musicians — made the men and women scream.

From swivelling hips, Charlie's Angel flowing hair, and booty shaking, the set was no corporate promotion — an album one perhaps, but certainly more of a concert than many may have imagined.

She took the twentysomethings back to the days of Destiny's Child. She wowed the gum-popping teenyboppers with her latest hits off of B-Day, launched last week on her birthday.

"Tonight's my birthday celebration," she yelled.

"She says that every night, doesn't she," one onlooker said with a laugh.

And though only one screen blasted images to the hordes of giggling spectators, a field of hundreds of digital cameras made up for the lack of proximity to the songstress.