Practice Scripts For Voice Acting Novels & Stories

He glanced between us. I was playing an international spy. I knew everyone and everything. As if that was believable. I kept asking them for a voice modulator so I'd sound more like God, but Frank seemed to be over my antics for the day. Shame. I wasn't willing to stop having fun just yet. "Cut!" He lifted his hands in the air and dropped his head down. "Just follow the script, Ethan. No ad-lib needed. All right?"

Fell asleep during the breathing exercise and woke up twenty minutes later to a very calm voice asking if I was ready to set my intentions. I was not ready to set my intentions. This morning I opened it again. Lie on my back and pressed play Welcome, the voice says. Today we are going to practice letting go. Perfect, I think. Letting go. That is exactly what I need. Breathe in for four counts, the voice says. Now breathe out and release anything that does not serve you. I breathe out. Sandra is still there. Again, the voice says pleasantly. Release. I release.

"But how? Every time I try to focus, the voices in my head get loud. They tell me I do not belong on this team." Kane laughed a short, real laugh. "Voices? Tell me about it. Mine used to scream that I would never be good enough. Elias and I, we sat right here on this field years ago and made a pact. No more hiding. We would face it together. That is what you all need now." Elias crouched down to their level. "Practical stuff first. Lena, when those voices hit, ground yourself. Feet flat, imagine roots going into the dirt. Then push your energy out slow, like breathing. Not a blast. A flow."

“Everything. His posture, the set of his jaw when he’s angry, the way his left brow twitches when he doesn’t trust something. I want you to breathe Kingsley Rowe. To be him.” Jordan opened the folder, the weight of the photos heavier than they looked. “And the voice?” “We’re starting voice training tomorrow,” Beth replied smoothly. “You’ll be working with a dialectologist from Oxford. You’ll sleep with audio loops in your ears until his rhythm becomes your heartbeat. I want your mother to call and doubt what she hears.” Jordan raised his eyes. “You really think people won’t notice?” Beth leaned in, her voice a dagger sheathed in silk. “They’ll see who I tell them to see.”

Adira "Micah, tilt your chin up slightly. Yep right there. Now look into the lens and lick your lips slowly," I called out, snapping away. "Alright. Head back, arch your spine a little and stroke it. I'm gonna play the audio, just do what feels natural."

“That voice was so similar to Dr. Summers’ that I didn’t suspect anything, so I didn’t take note of the number.” Then, he glanced at Elijah. “Do you have any other questions?” “Yes.” Elijah’s lips curled upwards into a smile. “You should know even better than I do what kind of doctor Sally is. She’s so attentive toward her patients. How could she have ever said something like that?” “It’s easy to imitate a person’s voice.” “But if you’re also imitating a person’s tone and catchphrases… that’s slightly more difficult.” “It would require someone with a similar voice to practice for a long time.”

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely

He chuckled lightly, "She is so small that a bullet to her shoulder might kill her." "Shut up. Come back before she notices you," a feminine voice on the other side of the phone ordered. Quickly, he put on his helmet, got on his dirt bike, and mockingly said, "Yes, Ma'am." ### The next days, Elsie focused more on her vocal clarity and her body language. She spent hours watching tutorial videos on bringing out a character to life. She even watched past CDs of Trina Johnson, which ended up making her cry. Aiden comforted her and held her in his arms until she fell asleep.

“Why does that sound like we’re being drafted for war?” Luke yawned, already pulling on his shoes. “Because it probably is. Academic war.” Richard stretched and added with a grin, “No pressure—just the whole world watching us.” After a quick shower, a little bite and rushed brushing of hair, they were pulled into one last round of practice. The coach and a couple of teachers gave them fast tips and drills. “Speak loud, stay calm, and don’t let your face show fear,” the coach said, pacing. “Great,” Luke mumbled. “So basically—act like robots.”

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have been able to tell. You look very young." "Thanks." The girl lowered her voice and said, "Have you ever voice-acted before? I heard that we would enter a recording studio and audition. I've only played voice-acting games online. I don't even know what the recording studio looks like, but I wrote that I have a year of voice-acting experience. Will they find out it is a lie?" Chelsea was a little amused. This girl was timid and bold at the same time and was quite interesting. She said, "In fact, many people's CVs are full of made-up stuff. As long as you act calm and collected during the interview, they won't find out about it."