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.

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

the others at the auditions?

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

derisive snort, looking at him with thinly veiled

two can barely face a camera, and now you’re giving pep

disdain for the brothers was evident as he continued to mock, “Thinking of winning, are

Keep your ill-informed comments to yourself,” Franklin defended,

heated debate, Brucie’s voice cut through

We shouldn’t even be here. The blame is on whoever picked

in the room was palpable as

he exclaimed, “She dragged us here 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,‘ I’ve never heard of it! Probably just some dubious front using us

Jim Woden, distinguishable by his weary eyes

cold stare, he challenged, “You weren’t griping when you secured your positions yesterday. What good