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.

remained unruffled as she awaited the

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

bitter pill to swallow. Was she dragged here as mere fill

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

the sympathy, some viewers

a minnow enterprise like hers join

even think of contending?

industry giants doesn’t flaunt a noteworthy figure? Why would they need an insignificant person to

a step further, embarking on an expedition to delve into Ariana’s corporate roots,

seems freshly minted, likely

but I’m dying to know where

a total frittering away. It’s bordering on