Audiobook Voiceover--Searching for Roy Buchanan
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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The nightmare was the same as all the others on that borderline between fantasy and terror. Ay never knew whether these things she experienced were merely dreams or fanta transformed into horror. They were real enough to her. Ay floated in space. The stars, those billions of stars were before her. They looked and felt so close as if she could reach out and touch each one of them. That would be a comfort to her. But Ay knew the picture would change. An eerie metallic sound emanated from the remotest regions of this place had heard it before and feared its approach. It made for her at high speed. With it came those distorted visions, the faces of people dear to her and many more never met. Then the screech of tearing metal followed by the cries of human voices rose to a deafening pitch. Aki's eardrums swelled and her body shook as the sound wave tore down her body. She tried to shut out the terrible cacophony and demanded it stop. It would not. Then the noise surpassed the threshold of pain. And Ay cried out one long agonized scream, silence. A lay sprawled on her platform bed hands gripping the edges of the mattress, her head hung off its side and her hair brushed the floor, throat and lungs on fire. AKI gasped for breath. That was all she heard. But for one solitary tone, this sound was different. Muted but electric. A progression of notes. 34 or five, she could not be sure they came in a unique sequence. One ay had never heard before. Their source lingered, touched that sensitive point in Aki's mind and then faded away. For some reason. This particular sound didn't scare Ay. And she wondered why disentangling herself from the bed clothes. Ay dragged herself to a sitting position and put her arms around her shoulders, hyperventilating. Ay shivered and felt the fabric of the gray night shirt in her hands. Looking up, she saw the first rays of the sun as they made their presence known through the window before her sliding off the front of the bed. Ay swept her hair from her face, rubbed her eyes and stood before the sun hands together beneath her chin. She lowered her head and forced herself to take a series of deep breaths in and out as she whispered the mantra, who me man, who man who