The Meta Script
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Williams sat idly by, twiddling his thumbs, trying to think of what to do for his voice. Demo. Have you done it yet? William's father cried. In order to get work as a voice actor, you need to take initiative and get this done. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just so hard to decide what to do for the demo. There are so many options I could read a poem or maybe a paragraph or two from a book, William pondered as he continued thinking, Perhaps you could search the Internet for short stories that have entered the public domain. That's always a good place to start, he stated as he padded William on the shoulder. In any case, you need to get this stunt Procrastinating won't help anything. There was no way William was going to be able to decide choices whenever a strong suit. He considered this, as he continued thinking while looking up at the ceiling as his father walked away. You know what, William proclaimed as he rose from his chair, pushing it back. This is too complicated. I'll write my own script. He went over to the computer and pulled up Google docks and began typing. He tried an idea and another and another. But alas, he could not stick with one of those ideas rising from his chair, he cried out, Why can't I think I have so many good ideas? But I can't put them in words. He paced around thinking and thinking That's when it struck him the idea to get this done, the idea that was not actually that significant but will act as the plot resolution for this demo. He ran to his father and proudly announced, I am going to write a script about the process that led me to decide to make a script. It's a meta script, his father raising eyebrows. I suppose that works. And if you're writing your own script, you could show your creativity. Go for it. William ran back to the computer and plopped himself down in this chair. He began triumphantly, typing, Ah, concrete idea in his head. After an hour of typing, he read it over. The finished product was a piece of literature, much like the one being read by me right now. He showed the script to his sister, who replied with a confused okay, then, and moved on with her date. He showed it to his mother, who seemed to be lightly entertained by the idea. As William finished editing, he began to recite. As the recording started, Joe sat idly by and that was how, William, or more importantly, I wrote a demo script.