The Numbers
by Susan Taitel
The set looks exactly like her apartment. Down to the smallest detail. Except it's larger and the walls can be moved to make room for the camera crew. There is no angle they can't shoot from. The actress who will be playing her wife doesn't look much like Katherine, but she's got the same gap-toothed grin and has obviously studied her mannerisms.
The first run-through is full of mistakes and flubs and goes much later than scheduled. Afterward, she goes home to her real apartment. Katherine is still up, waiting to reheat the Chicken Tikka Masala she made hours earlier and to hear how it went. She recounts it for her, exaggerating the errors to the point of farce. They agree that to greenlight it would be absurd. Katherine goes to bed and she soon follows, relieved that the experiment has come to an end.
She gets the call the following afternoon. It tested well. The numbers are great. It's going straight to series.
Filming takes all her energy and more. Some nights she doesn't bother going home, though it's only a short walk. She sleeps on set. The mattress is better. Sometimes Copy Kat, as she's come to think of her wife's stand-in, sleeps next to her. Nothing happens, they're both exhausted.
She considers not renewing her contract for the next season, but the producers assure her that the numbers are strong. She can recharge during the hiatus. She drunkenly kisses Copy Kat at the second season wrap party. It's only a kiss, plus a little over-the-clothes fondling. She resolves to be content with what she has.
