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 next contender

but notice the lights emanating

is a bitter pill to swallow. Was she dragged here as mere

be people with

the sympathy, some viewers directed

a minnow enterprise like hers

else here is a major-league player. How dare she, a nobody in the business, even think of contending? It’s sheer folly for her to join the race. She’s practically asking

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

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

minted, likely conjured just for this show,

got money on her mind, but I’m dying to

in this contest was a total frittering away. It’s bordering on deceit, and who in their right