Experienced American (English) Male VO for audiobook with characters

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Description

This is an excerpt from the audiobook - These Things Happen. This audiobook is read from the main character's perspective and also required voicing multiple characters.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It was a blustery autumn morning and the sun was rising over the line of buildings on church street. AAA members began gathering outside the tall entrance door of the old park slope, Caton Clubhouse, an elderly woman with rosy cheeks and curly blonde hair, hugged me at the door. Hi, Joan, how are you? Great, Daniel. How about you? Excellent. I replied with a smile. I'll see you inside. Ok, Jones stepped aside and Tony G reached out his hand. How's it going? Tony? Still wearing that same plaid wool ivy cap. Tony's face had thinned and his handshake was growing gentler as he aged. Great Danny boy. How are you doing? It was the same caring reply he'd always given me. Good, Tony. Thanks, Tony tipped his cap and I followed him inside the clubhouse was still fairly empty, but in 15 minutes, it would be packed standing room only. I've been coming to this meeting for almost three years now and it hadn't changed a bit. The walls were still covered with the same slogans and banners and the core membership returned day after day along with the constant flow of newcomers. I took a seat at the front table and thought about what I planned to share. It was the second Saturday in October. 17 months to the day since Max had taken his life. It felt like 17 years after Max had passed, I made the decision to deal myself in to the fellowship and the program like the smart buffalo in the herd. I had learned that it was safer on the inside than on the periphery where I might get picked off by the drink. In the process. I had turned from a socially awkward recluse to a fearless and useful member of not only alcoholics anonymous, but also humanity. I owed it all to Dale, but he would accept none of the credit pay it forward is all he asked. Nothing more. I watched an unfamiliar face, glanced nervously at the clock. A young man who took a seat in the back row.