NARRATION REEL (Audiobooks)

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Description

3 min demo featuring 3 clips of narration read in a variety of different accents, British RP and native Liverpool (Bridget Jones Diary), North American (Great Gatsby) and then a short Cartoon piece containing the following accents Scottish, Lancashire, General American, RP British, London Cockney, Irish, West Country British, Southern American.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
at dinner, Magda had placed me in an incestuous sex sandwich sort of way between Cosmo and Jeremy's crashing bore of a brother. You really ought to hurry up and get Sprague up, you know, Old girl, said Cosmo, pouring 1/4 of a point of 82 point back straight down his throat. Time's running out. By this time, I'd had a good half pint of 82 point back myself. Is it one in three marriages that ends in divorce now, or one in two? I slowed with a pointless attempted sarcasm. Seriously, old girl, he said, ignoring me. Office is full of them. Single girls over 30. Fine physical specimens Can't get a chap. Well, that's not a problem. I have, actually, I breathed, waving my *** in the air. Oh my God, it's 11 o'clock, shriek Kuoni, the baby sitter, and they all leapt to their feet and started getting ready to go home. Want a lift or anything? Said Jeremy's brother, following it up with a belch. Actually, I'm going on to a nightclub, I trilled, hurrying out into the street. Thanks for a super evening. Then I got into the taxi and burst into tears at high tide. In the afternoon, I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft. We're taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motorboats slipped the waters of the sound, drawing Akwa planes over cataract of foam on weekends. His Rolls Royce became an omnibus bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight while his station waggon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. Great. Are we going up or are we going back? I agree with smokeless. My tail is all wait and be gadgets. Don't like the cold back. We can't go back now. We've come too far. He's right. I'm not going back down. That drainpipe near cost me a lemon by strangers up there. Squidgy in the open. Anyone could see us. If they catch us, they'll have our guts for garters. Well, as usual, I'm the one with all the good ideas, and once again I shall take this opportunity to suggest a public vote. Those in favour of going back raise your wings. We don't have any wings. That's not fair. Fair's fair. I don't got none, either. I guess we got to vote for the Roof three. Then up we go