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Young Adult Fiction Novel Audiobook Narration

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Voice Over • Audiobooks
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Description

Short clip from a YA novel, with female voice and female as male voice

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Sorry morty said immediately brow furrowing as he took a step back from me, palms out. He had a tattoo in the center of each palm, the blurry outline of a shamrock inside a black heart on one and eye of Horace and the other. Was that too forward? No, not at all. I assured him, feeling my cheeks heating. I was a terrible blusher. Splotch ng with embarrassment at the slightest provocation and once the ignition sequence fired up, I've yet to discover an abort button. Thank you. I love this perfume too. I just have this knee jerk reaction to swearing. Sometimes it's incredibly stupid. Should probably bring that up in therapy. Right? He nodded a little warily, clearly torn between respectfully acknowledging my mental health journey and respectfully pretending I hadn't brought it up within the 1st 10 seconds of conversation with a near total stranger, like the world's most unwieldy icebreaker. Then he rallied, flashing me a half smile. Okay, well, as long as I haven't managed to fund things up before we even sat down, his eyes slid closed, crinkling at the corners. ****, sorry, I mean, damn, honestly, I had no idea. I cursed this much. It's really not a big deal. I insisted my cheeks now fully aflame keep pulling down my neck. I could practically feel the chemistry evaporate between us ever missing in a sad little want want cartoon poof, I swear all the time myself. Seriously. It's just a whole thing in my family. They can be kind of sticklers about it and sometimes it gets stuck in my head in an extremely unhelpful way when I'm meeting someone for the first time, but it's fine if you do it completely working fine, even He cocked his head squinting, probably wondering what long line of perplexing killjoys had managed to spawn a neurotic mess such as myself. Well, Jessa had been right that picking someone unlikely would change the vibe. This was in fact, notably more tragic than what usually transpired in the first few minutes of my dates, I was starting to feel unhinged, like a supremely awkward body snatcher had hijacked my mouth and mental processes.