Urban Accent - Deep Female Voice - Sophisticated and Great Acting!
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) US African AmericanTranscript
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there's a bar two blocks away. I know because I worked a surprising number of cases at this club. Bentleys Dive is something of a gym. It's quiet and let well enough to know how much regret I'll feel in the morning. Over the one I stand, I meet there. I never spend the night alone after I meet a target in person, which I really do. It's impossible to know who confined me. Despite the security in my building and the fake names I do business under. I don't have a boyfriend or roommate. And the guard puppy, the Humane Society told me, was in Akita Mix grown up to be a medium sized dog that would sooner roll over for an intruder than bite him. The Humane Society does not take kindly to returns, but they do take them. So besides me, my apartment is empty, but I'm not going to sleep if it stays empty tonight, I'm relieved to see an open stool at the bar. When I hop onto it, a sandy haired guy in rolled up sleeves, places his palms on the counter and leans toward me. What can I get you? A study his face a moment, taking in his green eyes and splatter of freckles over his cheekbones. You're new. Maybe I frequent this bar to frequently he pushes off the bar. Yeah. Do you want a drink? Old fashioned. I put my hand out away. Have you learned how to make one of those Google hours as he thumps a squat tumbler against the bar eyes? I not. What's your name? Cow? He answers without looking up from the glass cow. As in Superman, He shrugs. What's your real name? Linus. Wow. Your parents must hate you. He sneakers. You have no idea. He taps his chin. What's your name s Lynn After e. E. Cummings, who? I wink cow coats the rim of the glass with the orange peel, then drops it in my drink. I reached into my messenger back, then pass in. My driver's license s Lyn Collins. He raises an eyebrow. I prefer just s Lynn, like Zendaya or Beyonce. What's your address? I rattle off the phony North Hollywood address I had memorized. And your birthday? I give him that too. Is the only one day different from my real one. Where is your real I d excuse you *******. That is my real I d