Western Voice Over Demo - American Accent, Southern Dialects
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
mm hmm. A proper story is supposed to start at the beginning. Ain't so simple with this one. Now, here's a kid whose whole world got twisted, leaving him stranded out on a rock in the desert. He stumbles into the saloon, barely alive. Who knows how far He walked through the arid, deadly lands, making his way through the crowd, he staggers over to the bar, a man approaches the bartender, howdy stranger. Welcome to Moon bucks where the moon shines. No matter the time you look like you could use a venti mocha moonshine with two now, 33 shots of espresso. I'll be right back. The kid wasn't sure he understood a word of what the old man said, but damn! He was thirsty glancing over his shoulder. The kid locked eyes with a man heading his direction. One of them sophisticated types dressed like he didn't belong. Here. Here you are a stranger. The bartender slides a dirty mug filled with a murky looking liquid like someone took a draw off a half full spittoon. But the kid was thirsty and choked down the draft before the fumes burned his lungs. Let's see now venti mocha moonshine. Three shots of espresso. That'll be 37 50. Well, ain't that the berries? Thought the kid. Before he could say anything to the bartender. A clean hand slammed down some money on the bar. This one's on me. Stranger. Mr moon throw in a couple of those fancy stele triangle pastry. It's, what do you call them scones names. Harrison johnson. You can call me harry now I realize the combination of my name's may be unpalatable to some, but that in truth is my name. So I'll pardon any incredulity. I'm the proprietor of johnson. Apothecary and distilled spirits the ale to cure what ails you as we say, hmm, pardon my garrulous behavior. I do tend to. Mm hmm. Mhm. 100 Gallon hats. It's big head. Bart Now, which one of you to tooth? Yellow Belly? Said that it's 50 gallons for the last time. Bart's the name and abandons the game, granted it does need some work enough. Talk hands in the sky. The kid couldn't believe what he was hearing. He's landed at the intersection between bad and wrong. He reaches for his pistol. But it ain't there. Time's run out. This episode ends. What's the man to do? Get some lunch, send a few emails, replace the water filter in the fridge until next time. Mm hmm.