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.

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

at the auditions? How do we even stand

group’s spirits dampened, Woodrow tried to interject

still be a stage meant just for us. We can’t lose hope now. Better to try and fail than not try at all. Giving up now means we’ve

snort, looking at him with thinly

You two can barely face a camera,

of winning, are you? On what grounds? Your shrieking voices? Or those clumsy dance steps that look like

clue about comedy? Keep your ill-informed comments to yourself,” Franklin defended,

Brucie’s voice cut through

shouldn’t even be here. The blame is on

palpable as Tom continued

And last night, I looked up her company, this ‘Landon Media,‘ I’ve never

his perch 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

griping when you secured your positions yesterday. What good does shouting do now? If you’re so discontented,