Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

One of the guys in the group, a blond dude sporting a hip-hop getup but known for his rock vocals during tryouts, was especially antsy.

Having been overlooked by the big-shot agencies, he was under the wing of a lesser-known outfit.

His spirits had taken a hit since the previous night.

Restless, he began to pace, his patience thinning by the second.

“Where on earth is she? Reckon she’s left us high and dry? If she’s given up on us, she could at least have the decency to tell us!” he exclaimed.

Tom Rivas couldn’t contain his exasperation any longer, slumping to the floor in defeat. He grumbled, “Joining her team was a mistake.

Even if I’d been kicked out during the auditions, it would have been better than this public embarrassment. The net’s buzzing with ridicule about us. Why are we even still here?”

Brucie Armstrong, sitting nearby, flexed his muscular arms beneath his sleeveless shirt.

as wound up as Tom, but his low spirits were palpable. He remarked, “Unless

you see the others at the auditions? How do we

spirits dampened, Woodrow tried to interject

hope now. Better to try and fail than not try at all. Giving up now

gave a derisive snort, looking at him with thinly veiled

face a camera, and now you’re giving

of winning, are you? On what

got a clue about comedy? Keep your ill-informed comments to yourself,” Franklin defended, quickly escalating the exchange into a full-blown argument

Brucie’s voice cut through

shouting! What’s the point? We shouldn’t even be here. The blame is

tension in the room was palpable as Tom continued

at the crack of dawn and then vanished. I could’ve spent my time better sleeping. And last night, I looked up her company, this ‘Landon Media,‘

young man named Jim Woden, distinguishable by his weary eyes and single eyelids, had silently observed the escalating dispute. Finally,

secured your positions yesterday. What good does shouting do now? If you’re