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thousand miles away, but deep in my soul, I’m sharing this triumphant moment with her. Maybe Katrina could steal her seat, but she can’t rob me of the place Zoey has in my heart. She’s the love of my life, even if I can’t have her anymore. My high gives way to the depths of despair. My heart aching, I call on my acting skills again to plaster a big smile on my face as I head up to the stage with Blake and the rest of the cast and crew for a short Q&A session. Chairs have been brought out for our comfort.
    Questions from the audience are tossed our way at a rapid fire pace. While some are directed at my co-stars and Executive Producer Doug DeMille, the majority of them are targeted to me. Several ushers with mikes in their hands dash around the audience to handle the queries. So many have their hands raised, eager to ask one. For sure, given our twenty-minute time frame, we won’t be able to get to all of them. A cocktail reception in the lobby awaits us and perhaps those who are not chosen can interact with us there. Personally, I just want to get the fuck out of here. I’m in no mood to schmooze. Wearing my tux, I play with my father’s lucky gold cufflinks and think of Zoey as the questions come hurling at me.
    Q: “Brandon, what was it like writing your first episode?”
    Me: “It was very challenging. But I was very inspired.”
    Q: “What inspired you?”
    Me: “The question should be: Who inspired me?”
    Q: “Okay, who inspired you?”
    Me: “Someone I love.”
    Q: Your fiancée, Katrina Moore?”
    My heart stammers and then I answer:
    Me: “No.”
    On my next agonizing breath, Katrina re-enters the theater and saunters back to her seat. All eyes are on the platinum-haired beauty. I avoid eye contact with her and am thankful the usher moves on to someone else before I have to answer the question—“Who?”
    Q: “Can we expect to see the relationship between Kurt and Mel to flourish next season?”
    I hesitate.
    Me: “I’m not sure…”
    My voice trails off. My dark reality consumes me. Our relationship, if you can call it that, is already over. Zoey and I will never be. Words are trapped in my throat. Blake, to my relief, chimes in.
    Blake: “We’ll be focus-group testing the episode right after it airs to make sure we’re going in the right direction. But previous groups, with both men and women, loved the idea of Kurt hooking up with his assistant Mel.”
    Mumbles of approval sound in the theater.
    Blake: “We have time for just one more question.”
    An attractive, petite Asian woman is selected among the many who are zealously waving their hands and crying out: “Me, me, me, me!” Animated, she gives her best shot at English.
    Q: “ Bwandon , I want to ask you a pawsonal question. You excited about upcoming mowage to Katwina, Amewica It Gawl?”
    Her question catches me off guard. Before I can say a word, Katrina leaps up from her seat and turns to face her. “Of course, he is. It’s going to be the wedding of the century. And please, if any of you would like to attend, just let me know. Mommy will send you an invitation. We’d love to have you. It’s going to be televised live—a special edition of my reality series. I’m sure you’ll all want to air the episode on your networks as well. It’s going to be a ratings blockbuster!”
    Mortification races through my bloodstream. Jesus. She’s already invited half the world to our wedding. And now the whole world may get a chance to watch it. My body wants to jump out of my skin, leap off the stage, and shout out, “Fuck you, Katrina!” End it right here, right now. Put the kibosh on Bratrina and follow my heart. But I know if I did that, all hell would break loose. The fucking psycho bitch would tell the world I assaulted her. Fling off her glove and the bandage beneath it to expose the damage I did. Then, show everyone the photos on her phone to prove it. God knows what else she would say or do. It would create a media frenzy.