Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

The coordinator is currently calling the lead asset's line. Patch the audio signal directly through to the device's external speaker, Vivienne's clear, majestic voice commanded over the secure digital link. Let her hear the result of her investment. Executing patch now, the operative said, pressing a command sequence on the smartphone before dropping it onto the ground directly in front of Mick and Sly's bleeding faces. The call connected automatically, and Cynthia's sharp, impatient voice blared loudly through the speaker.

Are you certain? "Yes, route the call to my private line. And, Priya?" ​"Yes, Miss Vane?" "Get the timer ready, I'm giving him just one minute, that's all." I pressed the flashing button on my phone and picked up the receiver, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I just listened, and what I heard was unsettling - heavy, frantic breathing coming from the other end of the line, with no one saying a word. The sound was intense, and it sent a shiver down my spine as I stood there, waiting to see if anyone would speak up.

These actions hardly fit the profile of someone who despised taking low-paying gigs. The chief and several other big names in the voice-acting industry then spoke up for Dusk Galaxy, debunking the rumors of high salaries for voice actors. They revealed that, in reality, voice actors were paid much less than regular actors, with a few hundred dollars per episode being the norm. Working with actors who could not enunciate clearly meant that the lines had to be repeated over and over, which often led to late-night recording sessions. Even once voice-over actors had established themselves, they still had to comply with the script and accommodate the other actors. If they were not "smart" enough

“Okay.” Charlie did not say much either, and he said, “Please send me a text message, then.” Very soon, Charlie received a text message with a string of numbers that made up an American phone number. Charlie dialed this number directly, and he waited for a few seconds before there was a prompt stating that the line was connected. Chandler’s voice sounded over the other end of the line. “Hello, who is this?” Charlie spoke up, “Master Chandler, it’s me, Charlie.”

What if it's dad or any of my relatives with a new phone number, right? "Hello?" No one responded or greeted me back, which made me pissed. Is this a prank? "Hello?!" with a touch of anger. "Hey, you from the other line! If you're bored and wanna make fun of me, well guess what?! I'm totally messed up right now and you're making me irritated! For your information, I don't have time for a caller that doesn't know how to speak. Well, you can enroll back in your kindergarten and practice your communication skills. Goodbye!—"

Since you seem like a cat with nine lives, I will make sure to kill you all nine times if I have to. "Miss Carrell, do we have a problem?" Mr. Lincoln asked his tone still calm. Clenching her jaws tightly, Glenn took a deep breath and looked him right in the eyes before replying calmly, "Not a problem at all, Mr. Lincoln." "Good. The audition will be held two weeks from now, so I suggest you prepare everything you need to practice your acting skills for it. I hope you're prepared." Mr. Lincoln said firmly, nodding, but the minute he did, Glenn felt her anger spike and her hands shake uncontrollably.

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

Joleene said as she dialed her phone franticly. After a few rings, someone answered and she feels relieved until someone speaks. “HELLO… try pressing the speaker will you.” a man’s voice said from the line. Joleene looks at her husband with wide eyes and she presses the speaker. “Yow boss, we have all three of their sons. Let me see… Cole Pilkins, Marlon Cavales, and Austin Cavales. Try saying, something boys.” I heard Henry’s fake voice said as I smile cunningly.

The line rang twice before a composed, steady voice answered. “Hello? This is the manager. What can I do for you?” “Hi,” I said smoothly, keeping my voice neutral. “I need you to pass the phone to Olivia’s father. Tell him this is very important,” I said firmly, not offering anything further. There was a pause. I could hear a low shuffle of movement, the sound of someone hesitating. Finally, he spoke again. “Hold on.” The line went quiet for a few seconds before a deeper, heavier voice came through, sharp but steady. “Who is this? I wasn’t expecting a call.”

I know the country code. I press answer and hold the device to my ear. I do not say a word. "Penelope," a voice rasps through the line. It is ragged. Raw. It sounds like a man who has been drinking petrol and breathing glass for forty-eight hours. Julian. "You have five seconds to speak before I block this line," I say.