Raw Home Studio Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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The mole had been working very hard all the morning spring cleaning his little home, first with brooms, then with dusters, then on ladders and steps and chairs with a brush and a pail of whitewash till he had dust in his throat in eyes and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur and an aching back and weary arms. The world was drained of color and life by a bloated vampire moon. The snowy landscape was gray and blurry as it sped past the train, the railway sliced through the land like a knife not following any road. The skyline was devoid of everything except a few bright cottages and a dense black forest. We were sitting at my favorite table right near the chandelier when I looked up, the light reflected off the ceiling and dazzling sparks in my best dress and shiny black mary Janes. I felt like a princess. Suddenly my mother's head jerked up, her lips pursed in a tight line, her gaze trained on a table across from ours. Who is that? I waited for her to tell me one of her stories how he was a bad king or something scandalous. But what she said instead, stunned me into silence. That's your father. Other people had fathers. Mine had been more of a myth. I knew he existed at one point, but then he left. Never to return again. Except here he was in my hotel, eating brunch a few tables away. I had found him. Wait, was I supposed to bring a gift? I turned my gaze from the floor to the well dressed man standing beside me. There are only two of us in the elevator, so he must be talking to me. I think it's a matter of personal preference. I answer. I'm the maid of honor, so I had to be excessive. His eyebrows bob up as I adjust my grip on the great, dane sized gift basket. I'm carrying the cellophane wrapping paper crinkles each time I move, echoing through the confined space, just loudly enough to keep things weird because of everyone isn't uncomfortable for the entire ride. Are you really in an elevator?