Audiobook Demo 2019
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the nerve all the time I'd put it should have kind of for something. The years, the effort. In the end, I was seemingly no better than common street trash. So what if I try to take over the place? Getting thrown back to Earth without a reason or goodbye felt bad enough. I didn't even get a pack of smokes and some walking cash. It was the disrespect that hurt the most. This place sucked. I wanted to go back to ****. A demon like myself deserve better. Curled up on my side on a stretch of damp pavement, I felt like a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy. My stomach felt sick and heavy. Even my bones vibrated like a tuning fork. Eventually, though, I managed to roll onto my back, high above me. Framed by the squalid buildings that made up the alley, the crescent moon looked like a very pale butt cheek, a coughed getting the last bit of sulfur and smoke out of my lungs while questions bounced around in my pounding head. What in heaven was I doing back on earth? I had my sentence been rescinded. Did I somehow escape without anyone knowing it, including myself. And what was I lying in? Samantha burst out of the house of the rising sun trying to catch up to me. Wait. Where you going? I waved her off. You're on your own, kiddo. Where are you going? Wherever the day takes me. Disney World. The moon? I don't know and I don't care. I lit a cigarette and took a drag. I'm not messing with a female demon or whatever it is I said, exhaling through my nose. You think I'm bad? I at least have fun when I'm working. Those harpies just they take things way too seriously. Female demons air the worst. So insecure one look at another woman. And next thing you know, the Titanic is sinking. Believe me, I know from experience. How can I stop them from getting the shard? I stopped and turned around moving within inches of her face. They probably already have it. Why else would Pierce have attacked me? Why do you think we could jump to the museum? Samantha shrugged. I'm not sure. Right. I snapped or his angels call it Distortion of the truth. Anger boiled in my veins. I considered letting my horns out to play. It would be nothing to ram them through her chest, ruining her perfect C Cups. So tell me, little Miss Angel Face. Why should I help you when you won't tell me what you know? Samantha bit her lower lip like she carefully considered what to say next. A wise move. I wanted to impair her like a matador. Well, I pressed the button on my key less entry to unlock my car. I don't have all day. I'd like to deflower a virgin or two before sundown. Her expression became stolid. I can't believe you're scared. You a demon afraid of a girl. She left and laid a hand on the roof of my Benz adding to her offense. I have removed her hand from her body, but she'd called out my demon hood and addressing that took precedence. Nobody accused me of being afraid. Scared? I spit out my cigarette. I'm not scared. I'm just smart enough to know when to close up shop. You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Maybe you're right. Samantha's lips curled upward. Maybe they did send me the wrong demon. Next time I'll make sure they send me someone who knows how to finish the job? Oh, that burned. This girl was good and I bought into it. Because to be fair, why should I stand idly by and let somebody else succeed in my stead? I wanted to batter on the back for such a fine manipulation, but I thought better of it. Samantha sat on the floor outside the gym, clutching her knees to her chest and weeping. I couldn't tell if she'd been physically hurt or not. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere. At least she cried quietly and didn't draw attention to herself. Josh rushed over to her, taking her in his arms. What happened? He asked, Did somebody hurt you? Okay, jerk. Be the real gentleman here. See if I care. Are you okay? Sam nodded. It was horrible. I told you so. What was Josh asked Rubbing her arm tryouts. Did you get cut? No. Sam shook her head. That's the worst part I got in. Um, that crossed my arms. So what's the problem? That's what you wanted. She looked me in the eyes, tears making her face glisten. You were right. They are the most awful collection of monsters. All they want to do is torture and manipulate anything that's in their way. And I have to be part of it now. You didn't notice when you were a cheerleader before Josh has. She shook her head. No. Why should I have? Sam lowered her head again, a new stream of tears pouring down her cheeks. I'd warned her about this. Sam's breakdown had to be due in part to her trying to become an angel. For whatever reason, the transition sort of mutated a person's DNA making the individual wanted to do good. Some people are born with addiction in the genes. Angels were born with the desire to be good as such when surrounded by something as horrible as cheerleaders. That impulse ran up against a brick wall, which could be a bit upsetting for the angel. It gets worse, she said, her voice cracking. It gets so much worse. How's that? I asked, lighting another cigarette. Should we get a doll so you can point to where the bad girls touched you? Josh gave me disgusted. Look, come on, It's the coach, Sam said. He's the reason I died
Tags
Alien, Brat, Devil, Flirt, Jerk, Antagonistic, Attitude, Cocky, Condescending, Edgy, Cool, North American (General)