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Description

This is a poem I wrote about the drama room where I took my acting classes. In the reading I tried to showcase a storyteller voice for the poem and used a wide but subtle range of tones and emotion in the reading.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The room is big in one. The walls are paint it black. Each has its or marking scratches and dents. Other colors, too, telling people well used room. It's always a little cold. Exposed brick, trapping the chill, the force cool to the touch. Robbery soft but the concrete beneath me almost felt unyielding as it bites the bottoms of feet where the tiles don't quite meet. A long black hurting hangs ceiling to floor against most of the wall. Heavy, dark, almost like velvet that moves aside to show mirrors that covered the search of wall reflecting back the room, standing further back almost 3/4 away into the rooms dance the object that impedes this space. But it's worked around the pool, clothed in a blue moon region halfway up. And both that Matt. There's right names, messages of the occupants of this room, the history of 1 35 students laid out for all to see. The room is filled with lots of mismatched furniture and bosses, all for the use of the students. This room is well loved, well used. It is the birthplace of new ideas of moments and clowns. Many, many shows have seen their days. Within these walls, so many different line games and adventures have been here. A place of success, place of failure. It is guarded by two soldiers of theater and is named the birthplace of good actors. The job.