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Male or Female
Rate $100 per finished hour
Additional details: You will need to submit audio with no vocal errors (i.e. no repeated sentences). You must have top of the line voice over equipment to be considered for this project. A sound designer will be assigned to your audio to take care of clicks, pops, breaths, etc.
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Looking forward to your audition! 2015-01-06 07:57:19 GMT 2015-01-27 23:00:00 (GMT -08:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada) Yes (click here to learn more about ) Closed 16 16 0 direct invitation(s) have been sent by the voice seeker resulting in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far. Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 200 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 16 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
“Who are you and why are you in my house?”
Her clear blue eyes held censure, and fear. The fear held him in check and kept him silent. She eased around the edge of the desk and stood in front of the lamp. Once again, the shadows swallowed her face. He resisted the need to reach out and touch her skin, to make sure she was real and not some twisted game his imagination was playing to torture him.
Innocent but sassy. Sexy. Afraid. But of what?
“M-6.” Her voice was a mere whisper of sound but it thundered through his mind, whirling and destroying his thoughts like a mental tornado.
“How do you know about M-6?” No one knew. The project was classified. Hell, he hadn’t even used that term when he’d been on the phone with the Colonel. No chance in hell she’d overheard, because he hadn’t said it aloud, not for over two years. The first shiver of real dread raced up his spine. How could she know? He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her small frame directly in front of him. “Who are you?”
She squirmed for a moment in protest and he loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. She wasn’t going anywhere until he had some answers. He couldn’t risk her disappearing act again. If she escaped now, he’d truly believe he’d gone crazy. Lusting after a figment of his imagination for years was bad enough. Believing he’d held her in his arms and then lost her would make him certifiable. And he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she was not a woman he could ever touch and then forget.
No, he intended to hang on to her for as long as he could. With a slow, measured breath he took the scent of her into his lungs. A mixture of roses and fresh rain. She smelled good. Too good. Exactly like his dreams. But this was no dream.
“The bug gets out, Luke. You have to help me kill it.” She was staring him straight in the eyes. In their depths he saw truth. And pity. The pity scared the hell out of him.
The implications of her statement struck instantly, like a sledgehammer poised over his skull slamming home. This was a possibility everyone in the Hot Zone hypothesized, planned for, and prayed would never happen.
“I’m responsible?” Her slight assent shook him to the core. He crushed her so tightly to his chest he could barely breathe and hoped he was having a nightmare.
She didn’t struggle, just waited, in silence. For over half his lifetime he’d waited, imagined her warm body pressed against his countless times. Now he was so ice cold inside he didn’t think even she could warm him. He’d believed in her for years. His faith left plenty of room for him to have his own personal angel. But for what? To love him? To end his solitary existence?
No. To tell him he was going to kill people with his research. “How many die? How far will it go?”
Small, delicate hands shoved at his chest as she pushed away to look up at him. “Everyone.”
Beneath her, her legs buckled. But her weakness didn’t register. Holding her up, he demanded more answers. “Everyone? How many?”
Her eyelashes dropped down to cover the truth in her eyes, the weakness. “Billions, Luke. Everybody. The whole world.”
“No.” He shook her gently. “I don’t believe you.” Every brain cell he had was firing, thinking, plotting, theorizing about how what she said could come to be. His mind wouldn’t accept that any of this was happening. Gut instinct disagreed. The mass of twisting intestines roiling in his abdomen knew she was real. Knew she was telling him the truth. Knew, and didn’t have a damn clue what to do about it.
“How do you know? How did you get in here?”
Slurred words were her only answer and he really looked at her for the first time. Her pale skin was translucent. The delicate snaking of vessels on her eyelids was acutely visible. Her eyes were brilliant blue, and so bloodshot he wondered how she could see at all. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and if he hadn’t been holding on to her arms so tightly she would have fallen. “What’s wrong with you?”
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