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Voice Over • Television Ad
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Description

Providing voices to characters that would utilize more of my natural speaking voice. Geared less for animation.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (North American)

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
this is my voice. There is no music and there are no sound effects, only the pier clear sound recorded for your ears. I am a beginner voiceover artist, a voice actor, a voice talent and I can convey my message in many ways, in many tones and with many emotions. I could speak in a very light whisper to share its amid message with you or my voice can boom, deeply demanding respect. From those who are listening. My voice can express sympathy to someone who has just experienced a great loss Or it can reflect the happiness one feels after having accomplished something great. I sit or stand before this tube constructed of metals, of plastics, of wires and of silicon which listens patiently to me as if he were alive like a mistress hour after hour, day after day and night after night. It never judges me. However, it is a reflection of me, one which is neither vengeful nor forgiving. I am a voice actor and this is my voice. I think that everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. You know my mother never had any time for me. You know when you're the middle child of a family of five million, you don't get any attention. I mean how is it possible? I've always had these abandonment issues which plague me. My father was basically a drone. Like I said, the guy flew away when I was just a larva and my job don't get me started on because it really annoys me. I was not cut out to be a worker. I'll tell you right now, but I don't have any other options. The whole system just makes me feel insignificant. Excellent. You've made a real breakthrough. I have. Yes. See you are insignificant. I am. Yes. You know, people ask me doctor, why are you always happy? And I tell them it's mind over matter. I don't mind that. I don't matter. Do you get it? Do you get it? This is just hypothetically speaking. But let's just say there's a soul student that scores in the 20 point range and painfully lowers the class average according to me who's gone through an elite course. That kind of person will just be baggage. And he burned on the education conscious society. Now, is there a reason for that kind of trash to live? I just want to tell you I'm the one who was supposed to take care of everything. I'm the one who was supposed to make everything okay for everybody just didn't work out like that and I left, I left you. He never did anything wrong. You know, I used to try to forget about you. I used to try to pretend that you didn't exist, but I can't you're my girl, you're my little you're my little girl and now I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I'm alone and I deserve to be all alone. I just, I don't want you to hate me. Okay. You're spending what? 20, maybe $30 a week on your cigarettes. $53 a week on cigarettes? Come on. What do you give somebody that much money each week to kill you? Because that's what you're doing right now by paying for this so called privilege of smoke. It's that kind of mentality that allows the cancer producing industry to thrive. Of course we're all gonna die someday. But do we have to pay for it? Do we actually have to throw our hard earned dollars down on the counter and say please Mr Merchant of death sir, please sell me something that'll stink up my breath in my clothes and fry my lungs. Yeah. Yeah. And now here comes the speech about how he's just doing his job by following orders. Friends, let me tell you about another group of hate mongers that were just following orders. They were called nazis. Yeah. And they practically wiped an entire nation of people off the earth. Just like your cigarettes are doing right now. It still looked a lot like you. Well to me at least it seems like a twin that could act like I could but not like I could and yet it still could remember what I'd forgotten and can perform and look away. I used to it's hard to describe. It seems like you're having a crisis with yourself. You know yourself best. No, it's more like a paradox of real and fake and natural and artificial and so much thought doesn't make sense. You don't understand. Why do you not believe me when the signs of evil are all about? You look at me. Look at me. Am I the only one who can save you? The only one who who knows how these creatures think? Who knows their weakness? Why do you laugh as if I were a madman? Wait a second. Wait. Wait. Where are you taking me? Where are you taking me? Don't you see? They're coming. Just answer me. Do you not see the signs when the last of the day's light has disappeared from the horizon? You will see. Yes, yes, you will see and by then it will be too late.