If I Didn't Care Promo #2 (3 female voices ages 30-40 w/ Editing)
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn) North American (US South)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Hello. We're out on the fire escape! She yelled over the roar of an ambulance that went barreling down the street. She covered her left ear and leaned into the phone as if that would make a difference. Where are you down here from the streets? Spencer waved his arm wildly, phones still against his ear root saw him and waved back. There stood Spencer. Good old practical Spencer dressed in a suit and tie with overpriced cufflinks and shoes that he'd had professionally shine. Well, that's my cue. No, you don't have to go so soon. Come inside and chat for a bit. No thanks. Spencer is. She paused to find the right words so perfectly coiffed. I'm afraid his head might explode. Just being in the same room with me with that. A fire of red hair and bell bottoms that went out of style more than two decades ago, ascended to her flat above ruse, simultaneously. There was a knock at the door. Hi Rue. Sorry, I'm later than planned. He apologized to giving her a quick peck on the lips work was beastly today. You have no idea, but that's all over now and I have a surprise for you. He took her by the shoulders and smiled. She was right. His wavy brown hair was quite perfectly placed. He stopped when he saw her face and took a moment to glance between his girlfriend and the wine and cheese on the table. What am I missing? He finally asked. My birthday Spencer, you answered flatly. You're missing my birthday. Everyone is busy using everyone else. I can't believe I actually started trying to feed you information as if that would magically bring you back to me. You know? I didn't ask you to do that, Aster told her gently. Don't you realize that I would have done anything for you And you come up here every night to box 12, imagining a life that can never be. Clarissa's eyes followed, confused. Box 12? No. She reached toward her chest to retrieve the note she had secured beneath her brass trap. You mean box 11, don't you? With that Darwin felt himself being pulled backward and out of Astor's body as he was floating away, Claressa turned to him, her voice muffled. It was then that he saw it, A bloodstain on the right side of her body off center. Did you ever think that maybe you're missing the obvious Darwin? Panic just like me, You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment.