Narration Demo
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (Canadian - West) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Kate Sweet touched her ear piece, activating the microphone. Carl, you in the pumpkin are in position. Roger that, Kate. Perfect. The newlyweds are coming. Cue the bubbles. Kate shivered in the September air. It was the first day of fall, and if this weather presage the winter to come, she figured she'd better break out the wool outfits. Now. The upside of the colder than average temps was the stunning fall foliage, a priceless backdrop to today's afternoon wedding. Luckily, the outside portion of the reception was almost over. Just one more special touch and Aaron Lock slipped out of her Chagnon, and she chucked it behind her ear as she fast walked around the hillside estate in her stilettos. Shoes that were made for anything except fast walking around rocky, grassy grounds or fast walking in general, but a full suit, complete with killer heels. With her trademark uniform as the owner of sweet Events, she'd pattern the style as well as much of her fledgling business after an internship with her mentor, the late Maya ever herself. Take it from me, people don't respect a five ft one woman and flats, Maya had said in turbulent way you want to be a boss dressed like one. Use your fashion to your advantage. Maya wasn't wrong. It made a difference when you didn't have to crane your neck during every conversation. Kate had eventually grown accustomed to working in tall heels and now considered them along with her project plan, spreadsheets, essential armor against Chaos and one of the keys to her success. Her personal phone buzzed, and she tugged it out, fumbling with cold fingers to activate the readout. She skimmed a text message from her mom. Mom was hoping to chat with you about the sweet surgery centers grand opening. Both your dad and I are in surgery now, but can we talk later after your party? It's not a hearty. It's an event, Kate murmured to herself, her breath fogging the air. She groaned and dropped her cell back into her pocket. She wouldn't bother texting back. No emoji in the world was going to facilitate the message that she still wasn't interested in joining the family Medical legacy never had been. But the famous sweet surgeons were nothing if not persistent. Kate shook her head, willing the thoughts of her family's infinite disappointment in her career out of her head. She had a happily ever after moment to deliver. Bubbles are on, came her assistants. Voice in her ear. Kate rounded the corner to the flagstone patio over the ritzy Connecticut estate, where the couple had chosen to have their special day miles from the New York City's hustle. The bubble machines hidden in the bushes hummed to life as the couple and their well wishers spilled out through the bank of the French doors to the gorgeous autumnal vista. Oh, the bride gas, finally noticing that the air sparkled with a million tiny bubbles floating in the cool breeze. Everyone laughed, playfully, swatting at the bubbles as the bride and groom posed for pictures amid the cascade, giggling and holding their arms outstretched, the chilly weather momentarily forgotten. It didn't matter how old you were. Bubbles made everything fun. And now, for the aw moment, Kate murmured to resolve, smiling in anticipation. This was her favorite part of the wedding, the tiny but impactful details that turn the event from wonderful to blissful. She'd originally dubbed it the happily ever after moment in her promotional materials, but her clients had described it as the moment, and that's what stuck right on time. The carriage pulled around the bend, making its grand entrance