This demo reel was recorded and produced by me in my home studio. It showcases a variety of narration and character styles including romance fiction, young adult fiction, children's fiction, and contemporary fiction with some sections of narration and some dialogue.
English (North American)
Young Adult (18-35)
North American, US General American (GenAm), US South (Deep South, Dixie, Delta)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
mom says, I don't think you're being honest with me. Then she hands me this book, she tells me she wants me to write down my feelings in this book, Since she says, I obviously don't feel I can talk about them with her. She wants me to write down my feelings, Okay, I'll write down my feelings. I can't believe she's doing this to me. Like everybody doesn't already think I'm a freak. I'm practically the biggest freak in the entire school. I mean, let's face it, I'm five ft nine flat chested and a freshman. How much more of a freak could I be? Poets often describe love as an emotion. We can't control one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me, I didn't plan on falling in love with you and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We we fell in love despite our differences and once we did something rare and beautiful was created for me love. Like that has happened only once and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. I like you and I know why I like you because you are a good person too. Like I like you because when I tell you something special, you know, it's special and you remember it a lot long, long time you say, remember when you told me something special and both of us remember when I think something is important. You think it's important to we have good ideas. When I say something funny, you laugh I think I'm funny and you think I'm funny too. You know how to be silly? That's why I like you. If I'm getting ready to pop a paper bag then you are getting ready to jump. Kaya was the youngest of five. The others much older though later she couldn't recall their ages. They lived with ma and pa squeezed together like penned rabbits in the rough cut shack. It's screened porch, staring big eyed from under the oaks Jody. The brother closest to kaya but still seven years older, stepped from the house and stood behind her. He had her same dark eyes and black hair had taught her bird songs, star names, how to steer the boat through Sawgrass mall. Be back, he said, I don't know. She's wearing a gator shoes. A ma don't leave her kids. It ain't in them. But Ma was carrying that blue suitcase like she's going somewhere big
Characters, Girl Next Door, Narrator, Teenager, Real Person, Animated, Articulate, Authentic, Dynamic, Energetic, Narrator, Playful, Sassy, Charismatic, Emotional, North American, US General American (GenAm), US South (Deep South, Dixie, Delta)