Confessions of a Liar or C.O.A.L for short was an experience that was unlike any other. My cousin, my mom and I were running late on Sunday and the F train was taking it’s sweet time! We had to walk over from 63rd and Lexington to 59th between Madison and Park. When we got there thankfully they had the tickets ready right away. We were then reminded 3 times (one time per flight of stairs) that the play was about to start. When I walked into the theatre it was not what I expected. It was general admission so we could not all sit together. I squeezed my way toward an open seat and sat down. I basically ripped my jacket off because I was so hot! My elbow was touching the man’s elbow next to me. There were only four rows of seating and the first row was on the stage. My mom managed to sit next to me, next to a couple and my cousin sat in the row in front of us alone, sadly.
When the play started it was explained that Coal was the name of the main character but they wouldn’t tell us who the main character was or what gender they were. I think that was to show that this is a universal story. I've never been to a play where there was a screen that projected images on the side of the stage but not the center. It was not bad to look at just different. I suppose us and the other people who saw that showing were lucky because David Colbert (the playwright) was filling in for one of the male leads. I really believed him the most. Being that the stage was so close to the seats there were a lot of times where eye contact was made between the actors and the audience. I think that the younger male lead kept looking at my cousin. I told her this at the end of the play and she told me she noticed it but thought she was crazy.
It ends up that the story was about a child who was molested at a young age but lies about it later in life. I thought the play was going to be about the different lies that people tell and that it would be funny. But it was sad and heavy (and should have had a disclaimer). I appreciated the truth (or the lie?) that they told with this story because sometimes it is just one lie that can change someone’s life.
At the end the actors stated that when the story was finally told in truth to a friend, the friend replied “bullsh**”. That statement really had me step back and think “If no one believes you when you tell the truth but they will believe a lie, does the truth really matter much?” This got me thinking... isn’t that true? When you make up a lie it is usually to spare someone's feelings so you paint a pretty version, more like what they would want to hear. Yet if you were to tell the truth, they would be hurt or angry or offended. What is the win that can come from telling a truth vs. a lie?