Audition for Project 512255
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Stuart Hanlon audition submission for voices dot com. Project number 512255 tts Internal research sample Script number one The moment was not so triumphant as it ought to have been. To begin with, the resources of Thomas Pocket were somewhat limited. In the end, the fair was managed, the lady recollecting a plebian tuppence, and the driver, still holding the varied assortment of coins in his hands, was prevailed upon to move on, which he did after one last horse demand as to what the gentleman thought he was giving him. I think you've given him too much, Tommy said tuppence innocently. I fancy he wants to give some of it back. It was possibly this remark, which induced the driver to move away. Well, said Mr Beresford at length, able to relieve his feelings. What the dickens did you want to take a taxi for? I was afraid I might be late and keep you waiting, said tuppence, gently. Afraid you might be late. Oh, Lord, I give it up, said Mr Beresford, and really and truly continued tuppence opening her eyes very wide. I haven't got anything smaller than a £5 note you did that part of it very well. Old been, but all the same. The fellow wasn't taken in. Not for a moment, no said tuppence thoughtfully. He didn't believe it. That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it. I found that out this morning. Now let's go to lunch. How about the Savoy? Tommy grinned. Some prescriptive Number two, the Caterpillar analyst, looked at each other for some time in silence. At last, the caterpillar took the hooker out of his mouth and addressed her in a language sleepy voice. Who are you? Said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation, Alice replied, rather shyly. I I hardly know, sir. Just at present. At least I know who I was when I got it this morning. But I think I must have been changed several times since then. What you mean by that? Said the caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself. I can't explain myself. I'm afraid, sir, said Alice. Because I'm not myself. You see, I don't see, said the caterpillar. I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can't understand it myself to begin with and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing. It isn't, said the caterpillar. Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet, said Alice. But when you have to turn into a chrysalis, you will Someday, you know. And then after that, into a butterfly, I should think you'd feel it a little queer, won't you?