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.

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

the auditions? How do we

dampened, Woodrow tried to

might still be a stage meant just for us. We can’t lose hope now. Better to try and fail than not

gave a derisive snort, looking at him

You two can barely face a camera, and now

mock, “Thinking of

Franklin defended, quickly

debate, Brucie’s voice cut through the noise, his irritation

point? We shouldn’t even be

in the room was palpable

spent my time better sleeping. And last night, I looked up her company, this ‘Landon Media,‘ I’ve never heard

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

stare, he challenged, “You weren’t griping when you secured your positions