Practice Scripts For Voice Acting Novels & Stories

“You’re not doing voice rehab alone. I’ll look stupid with you.” That made me smile—an actual smile, the kind I feel in my chest more than my face. She pulled her hair up into a tighter bun and cleared her throat dramatically. “Alright, Mr. Mafia Man With No Fear,” she said in a mocking deep voice, “let’s start with exercise one.” she shifted closer, legs touching mine. “Okay,” she said, more softly now. “Breathing exercise. In for four… hold for four… out for four.” She demonstrated first—dramatic, slow, like she was teaching a child—and I followed.

I thought for a second. Then I began dictating. “Have him say this.” Mr. Smith turned toward me. “You realize what you’re about to unleash, right?” “Yeah,” I said calmly. “That’s the point.” Sam waited. I spoke slowly so the system would capture every word perfectly. “Begin recording.” A soft tone signaled the start. “Say this,” I continued. “My name is Charles Rothschild.” Sam synthesized the line instantly, playing it back through the speakers. The voice was identical.

Fixing their stances, they bowed and apologized. Ethan rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. Ten hours of sleep would loosen this stress and possibly set his mind on the right track. He slouched on a chair and groaned. "Where's the actor? It's time to put him to use." Some guards brought the voice actor down. He was handed a script and after a test run, Ethan decided he was up for the task. "You'll make a call and say what's on that script. Do not speak until we tell you to. Understood?"

“You keep proving it.” I wasn’t sure what to do with that. So I didn’t do anything. “Start with breath,” he said. I did. It steadied me faster than I expected. “Good. Now heartbeat.” I found it. Still too fast, but not wild. “Now,” he said softly, “we start with voices.” I blinked. “Voices?” “Yes.” “That sounds… creepy.” “It’s not,” he said. “It’s awareness. Learning which sounds are yours, which aren’t, and which ones only pretend to be.”

I was about to say something when I heard the witches voice. "The man standing before you is not real. So we have to use him for you to practice, now breath." I took a deep breath in and exhaled. "With that breath I need you to channel your energy toward him. Do to him what you would like to do in real life" It was like I was being served a cake on a platter of gold. If I had my fingers, I would have imagined myself a large knife that was Sharp, make him stay still and then stabbed him.

My mouth felt dry as I walked back into the room, my palms sweaty and my legs nearly knocking together as I pushed the door open. “Hi,” I said in a meek voice. “Hello, again,” the man at the table said. “We’d like to give you another script to read. This time, we want you to get comfortable, move around, or do whatever comes naturally.” I took the script, reviewed it a few times, and thought about me talking to Mandy about the new lodge the commercial was promoting. “I’m ready,” I announced, taking my spot on the X. “And go,” the cameraman directed.

After the potion wore off, I was completely drained. Chloe video-called me. "Did it work?" "Yeah," I said, using the wall to pull myself up. "It's gone." "I booked you a flight to Santorini," Chloe said. "Sun, sand, amazing food… basically, a vampire-free zone. Perfect for healing." I smiled. "Thank you." "Don't thank me. Thank your own courage," she said, then paused. "So, when are you going to tell Damon you switched schools?"

"It's difficult to predict exactly when your voice will crest, Moonwhisperer." "That's why we practice," I replied. "In battle, that half-second could mean life or death." We continued for another hour, repeating patterns until the warriors could anticipate the peaks and valleys of my singing with instinctive accuracy. By the end, even I was exhausted, my throat raw from sustaining the powerful notes, and my muscles ached from sparring. "That's enough for today," I announced, watching with satisfaction as the crystals dimmed to their normal state. "Do not practice after this; remember, we must conserve energy for unexpected events. We cannot go into the battlefield drained."

"Thank you for---" Gray suddenly pulled her phone and stopped the video. "So, I guess that's it. That's your original voice. You were dead-ass wasted so you were slurring but that's the closest we have." "I wanna see the rest," said Zia. But Gray ignored her. She snatched Zia's phone. "Okay, I'll call him now." "Wait, let's practice the voice first." "Okay." Gray cleared her throat. "Ah...ahh...now do I sound like you?"

He pulled back. I opened my eyes. He was smirking. That bastard was smirking. "What....." I cleared my throat. "What are we practicing?" "Verbal seduction. How to make someone want you without saying a single explicit word." He leaned back in his chair, completely at ease while I was over here trying not to hyperventilate. "The way you move. The way you look at someone. The way you touch them. It all tells a story." "Okay."