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.

Tom, but his low spirits were palpable. He remarked, “Unless a miracle

at the auditions? How

group’s spirits dampened, Woodrow tried to interject

for us. We can’t lose hope now. Better to try and fail than not

looking at him

a camera, and now you’re giving

the brothers was evident as he continued to mock, “Thinking of winning, are you? On what grounds? Your shrieking voices? Or those clumsy dance steps

ill-informed comments to yourself,” Franklin

midst of the heated debate, Brucie’s voice cut through

the point? We shouldn’t even be here. The blame is

was palpable as Tom continued

And last night, I looked up her company, this ‘Landon Media,‘ I’ve never heard of it! Probably just some dubious front using us as a

on a nearby couch, a young man named Jim Woden, distinguishable by his weary eyes and single eyelids, had silently observed the escalating dispute. Finally, he couldn’t

“You weren’t griping when you secured your positions yesterday. What good