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.

unruffled as she awaited the next contender

help but notice the lights

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

there usually should be people with her. She’s standing

addition to the sympathy, some viewers directed their criticism

bigwig would let a minnow enterprise like hers join

major-league player. How dare she, a nobody in the business, even think of contending? It’s sheer folly for her

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

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

freshly minted, likely conjured just

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

a total frittering away. It’s bordering on deceit, and who