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.

low spirits were palpable.

at the auditions? How do we even stand

dampened, Woodrow tried to interject

We can’t lose hope now. Better to try and fail than not try at all. Giving

a derisive snort, looking at him with thinly

barely face a

“Thinking of

to yourself,” Franklin defended, quickly escalating the exchange into a full-blown argument

of the heated debate, Brucie’s voice cut

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

the room was palpable as

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

named Jim Woden, distinguishable by his weary eyes and single eyelids, had silently observed the escalating dispute. Finally, he couldn’t hold

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