Short Demo of Book Narration
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Yes, Cheyenne opened her eyes slowly blinking, trying to dispel the fog that seemed to have claimed her mind and instead wake up instantly alert and aware. She usually woke in a blink, completely cognizant. The minute the alarm went off or by any other sound, even a creaking floorboard, but not now, she'd slept like the dead when she opened her eyes. He was there. Andre Rousseau hunkered down by her side trying to wake her gently, Cheyenne. I'm so sorry, but I'd like to try an idea. It's a long drive out and back and I want to make it in day. I know you haven't had any sleep and you can sleep in the car if you like. It's a drive. I've made far more times than I could begin to count. She had no idea what he was talking about. It seemed that her mind was clouded, but she figured out that she had fallen asleep on his sofa and that she hadn't wakened at the drop of a dime. Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I never do this. I'm sorry. She was embarrassed. And so she jerked up and clunked him on his chin with her head. Oh, she cried again. I'm sorry again. But he was just laughing softly and rubbing his jaw. It's all right. It's all right. My fault. I should have used a squirt gun.