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Audition 2

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Description

This is an audition for a novel.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Melanie. I finished the last chord of the pink Floyd song. I'm strumming my guitar to while singing the lyrics. It's one of those songs my father grew up doing the exact same way. It's probably also why the tears are streaming down my face. My voice has a tremble and I'm a hot ******* mess. Thinking about my father, the memories surrounding the two of us, a single dad at the age of 23, taking care of a daughter on his own. It was unheard of where I grew up, my grandparents passed when he was younger, which led us to a family of two. He didn't have women traipsing in and out of our lives, which I'm sure had something to do with the damage my womb donor inflicted on both of us. Of course, he went on a few dates, but none he brought home even after I graduated high school in college, he still never brought anyone home and yes, I was living at home and still do at the age of 25 now though, it's just me in that empty house, surrounded by everything that encompassed him mitch Parsons, an old soul who loved me and rock and roll, that's why I'm here at the beach, trying to escape the memories, to breathe some life into my body and mind to heal some of the hurt and anger I'm facing. He wasn't supposed to pass away so young and so suddenly A ******* brain aneurysm rupturing at the age of 48, who would have guessed that I would have never in my wildest imagination thought something like that would happen to him. **** happened to me. My dad was meant to walk me down the aisle, give me away. Watch over my Children, be a proud grandpa. Now all that is gone and a piece of my heart is gone with him. I sing the same song over and over for what has to be going on an hour. I'll be lucky to have a voice tomorrow. Not that it matters. I'm here by myself, renting the speech house month to month until I figure out just how to cope and deal with everything dad left behind and I do mean everything. The house, his cars, the investment portfolio that blew my mind. If I could get him back for just one more day I'd give everything away. I'm a daddy's girl through and through though he may have passed a month ago. The cake still hasn't eased from my chest. When I finished the last quarter of the song, I rest the guitar beside me in the empty chair. The tears never stopped coming. They continuously fall as I sit back in the lounge chair looking up at the dark sky stars are illuminating it along with the moon surrounded by the smell of ocean air. The noise in the background as the waves reached the shore line. I should be at peace here. Instead I'm wallowing in my emotions, I'm going to give myself one week, then I'm going to attempt to put my big girl panties on and learn to at least breathe again. If not learn to live. My father would hate to see me this way right now, but it's the only way I know how to survive. I could be eating my way through the pain of snorting cocaine, another side effect. My mother decided to leave for us. Besides the bass player in some punk rock band. At least that's what she said when she had the balls to show up at my father's funeral.