Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

In no time, all the players in the game had assembled for the grand audition, and the process of cherry-picking commenced. The stage saw contestants making their entrances, one after the other.

The program itself hadn’t set any specific performance category, leaving the door open for talents of all hues, from comedy to balletic feats, to take center stage.

As each contender unveiled their unique flair, the talent agencies had the green light to give a nod of interest by pressing a button.

In cases of mutual interest, marked by both the agency and the artist, a light above the table would illuminate.

After a series of audition rounds, Ariana had identified a few potential gems, but they either got snapped up by other agencies or were already betrothed to their preferred patrons.

An hour swept by, and Ariana’s table hadn’t pressed on a Light.

awaited the next contender

online chat room couldn’t help but notice the lights emanating from other tables, while Ariana’s hadn’t. They could only sympathize

to swallow. Was she dragged here as mere fill

as a fill-up, there usually should be people with her. She’s standing solo in

addition to the sympathy, some viewers

a minnow enterprise like hers join

dare she, a nobody in the business, even think of contending? It’s

giants doesn’t flaunt a noteworthy figure? Why would

viewers went a step further, embarking on an expedition to delve into Ariana’s corporate roots, using that information as ammunition to taunt

seems freshly minted, likely

her mind, but I’m dying to know where she

jostle in this contest was a total frittering away.