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Description

This is an audition for Fifty Shades Freed.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter One I have survived. Day three post christian and my first day at work, it has been a welcome distraction. The time has flown by in a haze of new faces work to do and mr Jack Hyde Mr Jack Hyde, he smiles down at me, his blue eyes twinkling as he leans against my desk. Excellent work! Anna. I think we're going to make a great team somehow. I managed to curl my lips upward in a semblance of a smile. I'll be off if that's okay with you, I murmur. Of course it's 5 30. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Jack. Good night, anna, collecting my bag. I shrug on my jacket and head for the door out in the early evening air of Seattle. I take a deep breath. It doesn't begin to fill the void in my chest. A void that's been present since saturday morning, a painful, hollow reminder of my loss. I walked toward the bus stop with my head down, staring at my feet and contemplating being without my beloved wanda, my old beetle or the I shut the door on that thought immediately. No, don't think about him. Of course I can afford a car. A nice new car. I suspect he has been over generous in his payment and the thoughts leave a bitter taste in my mouth, but I dismiss it and try to keep my mind as numb and as blank as possible. I can't think about him. I don't want to start crying again. Not out on the street, The apartment is empty. I miss kate and I imagine her lying on a beach in Barbados sipping a cool cocktail. I turn on the flat screen television so there's noise to fill the vacuum and provide some semblance of company. But I don't listen or watch. I sit and stare blankly at the brick wall. I am numb. I feel nothing but the pain. How long must I endure this? The door buzzer startles me from my anguish, and my heart skips a beat. Who could that be? I pressed the intercom delivery for Miss Steele aboard. Disembodied voice answers and disappointment crashes through me. I listlessly make my way downstairs and find a young man noisily chewing gum holding a large cardboard box and leaning against the front door. I signed for the package and take it upstairs. The box is huge and surprisingly light. Inside are two dozen long stemmed white roses and a card