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The reader should be able to shift between a variety of characters and the narrator voice. These books are fun and mysterious, so when reading the attached script, please show me you are the right person who will read like the wind and convey the authors intentions while adding a light flavor to the characters but not going over-the-top.
This audition is for 4 books that must be completed by the middle of October. The budget is $600.00 per book times 4 titles = $2400.00! This is just the beginning. This is on-going work. There are many of these books in the series. Please submit your audition from the provided script only! Make sure your recording is in a good quality MP3 format. We prefer not watermarked narrations; you can be sure that we are not going to misuse a page out of a series of books we need. Please go to the link for the script.
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Sep 25, 2006 13:08:00 (GMT -05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada) Sep 27, 2006 00:00:00 (GMT -05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada) No (click here to learn more about
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Mr. Nixon smiled and Nancy drove on, “I don´t know anyone in London,” she said to her friends. “Who would be writing to me?”
The attractive, titian-blond, blue eyed girls at once became lost in thought.
“Another mystery probably,” remarked her dark-haired companion, George Fayne. George was an attractive, slender girl, who kept her hair short and always wore tailored clothes.
Her cousin, seated next to her, was blond and slightly overweight. When Bess Marvin grinned, her deep dimples showed prominently. “Maybe you have an unknown admirer in England, Nancy,” she said.
George gave Bess a dark look. “Do you always have to think of the romantic side of things?” Bess tossed her head, “What’s more fun?” she retorted.
The three girls were returning from an overnight visit to Red Gate Farm, where at one time Nancy, with the help of her two friends, had captured a counterfeiting gang. The solving of that mystery had been followed by Nancy’s tracking down The clue in the Diary”.
The trunk of Nancy’s convertible was filled with fruits and vegetables from farm. When she reached the rear of her home, the Drews´housekeeper, Mrs. Hannah Gruncn, openened the door and rushed down the step.
“Nancy, you’re homel” she cried out, and gave the girl a hug. “Hello, Bess. Hello, George.”
As nancy unlocked the trunk of her car, she said, “ We met Ira Nixon down the street. He´s bringing another mystery!” She told the housekeeper, Mrs. Hannah Grucn, opened the door and rushed down the steps.
“Nancy, you´re home!” she cried out, and gave the girl a hug. “Hello, Bess. Hello George.”
As Nancy unlocked the trunk of her car, she said. “ We met Ira Nixon down the street. He´s bringing another mystery!” She told the house keeper about the letter from England. “ Poor Ira is half-frozen. I promised him some hot cocoa when he gets here.”
“I´ll go right in and make it,” said Mrs. Gruen. “ You girls, unload the car. My, what a lot of stuff and it smells wonderful”
nancy and her friends had just finished putting the farm products into Drews´cold cellar when the front doorbell rang. Nacy hastened to answer it.
Mr. Nixon stood there. As he set his mailbag down in the vestibule, Nancy thought, “He looks so exhausted, I hope he can finish out the year until his January retirement.”
She led the way into the living room. Nancy, although eager to see her mail, resisted the temptation to ask for it. She would wait until he was ready to it to her.
A few moments later Bess came in carrying a tray with four cups of cocoa . Behind her was George with a big plate of homemade cookies. Hannah Gruen, who had lived with Nancy and her father since the death of the girl´s mother when she was three years old, wa san excellent cook. She enjoyed baking and often surprised the family with delicious cakes and pies.
NANCY´S MYSTERIOUS LETTER
Mr. Nixon smiled and Nancy drove on, “I don´t know anyone in London,” she said to her friends. “Who would be writing to me?”
The attractive, titian-blond, blue eyed girls at once became lost in thought.
“Another mystery probably,” remarked her dark-haired companion, George Fayne. George was an attractive, slender girl, who kept her hair short and always wore tailored clothes.
Her cousin, seated next to her, was blond and slightly overweight. When Bess Marvin grinned, her deep dimples showed prominently. “Maybe you have an unknown admirer in England, Nancy,” she said.
George gave Bess a dark look. “Do you always have to think of the romantic side of things?” Bess tossed her head, “What’s more fun?” she retorted.
The three girls were returning from an overnight visit to Red Gate Farm, where at one time Nancy, with the help of her two friends, had captured a counterfeiting gang. The solving of that mystery had been followed by Nancy’s tracking down The clue in the Diary”.
The trunk of Nancy’s convertible was filled with fruits and vegetables from farm. When she reached the rear of her home, the Drews´housekeeper, Mrs. Hannah Gruncn, openened the door and rushed down the step.
“Nancy, you’re homel” she cried out, and gave the girl a hug. “Hello, Bess. Hello, George.”
As nancy unlocked the trunk of her car, she said, “ We met Ira Nixon down the street. He´s bringing another mystery!” She told the housekeeper, Mrs. Hannah Grucn, opened the door and rushed down the steps.
“Nancy, you´re home!” she cried out, and gave the girl a hug. “Hello, Bess. Hello George.”
As Nancy unlocked the trunk of her car, she said. “ We met Ira Nixon down the street. He´s bringing another mystery!” She told the house keeper about the letter from England. “ Poor Ira is half-frozen. I promised him some hot cocoa when he gets here.”
“I´ll go right in and make it,” said Mrs. Gruen. “ You girls, unload the car. My, what a lot of stuff and it smells wonderful”
nancy and her friends had just finished putting the farm products into Drews´cold cellar when the front doorbell rang. Nacy hastened to answer it.
Mr. Nixon stood there. As he set his mailbag down in the vestibule, Nancy thought, “He looks so exhausted, I hope he can finish out the year until his January retirement.”
She led the way into the living room. Nancy, although eager to see her mail, resisted the temptation to ask for it. She would wait until he was ready to it to her.
A few moments later Bess came in carrying a tray with four cups of cocoa . Behind her was George with a big plate of homemade cookies. Hannah Gruen, who had lived with Nancy and her father since the death of the girl´s mother when she was three years old, wa san excellent cook. She enjoyed baking and often surprised the family with delicious cakes and pies.
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