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The show is narrated in the first person by the main character: a six-year-old detective. It's written in the style of classic noir fiction. He has the wry sensibility (and vocabulary) of a grizzled detective, but the context/situation/mystery is always that of a six-year-old (e.g., he's hired to help someone find their missing toy).
We imagine the voice as referencing classic noir detectives (a la Philip Marlowe), but infused with a bit of energy to keep kids entertained. We are open to considering different approaches to the voice. Perhaps he sounds like a classic middle-aged detective (Humphrey Bogart), or perhaps he sounds like an actual child with a hint the inflection of a detective. If you go the child route, please no cartoonish, squeaky voices. If you have multiple ideas for the approach to the voice, please include them all in your audition.
** Recording Process**
We will direct the first one or two episodes via phone patch/Skype/Google Hangouts, to make sure you get the intent behind the copy. After that, you can deliver mp3 versions of each episode for us to review for any pickup needs.
Once approved, please provide audio as uncompressed AIFF/WAV, 16-bit, 44.1k, mono. 2016-07-12 18:49:44 GMT 2016-07-13 12:00:20 (GMT -08:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada) Yes (click here to learn more about ) Closed - Note: This project was manually closed by the voice seeker before it reached its original deadline. 1 1 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 50 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 1 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
What I’m getting at is, I was at the park. There’s one park in town where all the kids hang out. Perry Park, they call it. It’s got monkey bars, plenty of digger trucks, and two slides – a straight one and curly one. Most kids seem to like the curly one best. Me? I like to see where I’m going.
My favorite part of the whole park is a little spot underneath the wooden bridge. I like to sit there, where it’s quiet, and look up at the bridge over my head. It’s where I do some of my best thinking.
Anyway, there I was, standing underneath the bridge, minding my own business, stuffing rocks in my pockets, when she walked in.
The first thing I noticed was her shoes. They were red. Bright red, like a fire truck. I looked up. Nothing but red. Red pants. Red shirt. Red hat. Either this girl liked red, or it was laundry day at home.
She was about my age, maybe 5 or 6 years old, and tall. She had to duck just to fit under the bridge. She spoke first.
“Are you gonna say hello?” she asked.
“Hello” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“They say you’re a good detective,” she said, eying the rocks in my hands.
“They say lots of things about me,” I replied. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but it felt like we’d never get there.
“Look,” she said. “I’ll cut straight to the chase. Somebody ate my brother’s lunch. And I need you to find out who.”
“Why me?” I asked.
“You’re a detective, aren’t you?” She had me there.
“Well,” I said. “You caught me at a good time. My case load is pretty light. I guess I could squeeze this one in.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” she said, and she turned to leave. As she ducked out from under the bridge, she bent down and picked up a rock. “You missed one,” she said, and gently tossed it to me. I tried to catch it, but when I did, I dropped all the other rocks I’d been holding in my hands. I watched them plop into the sand.
“Thanks,” I said, looking up. But she was already gone.
Who was this mysterious girl? I didn’t even know her name. I’d never seen her before. And where was this brother of hers, and his missing lunch? And why was I stuffing rocks in my pockets? Too many questions and not enough answers.
I looked at the rock in my hand–the one she had tossed to me. It was sharp enough to cut, but there was something about it that I liked. I shoved it deep in my pocket and stepped out from underneath the bridge. As mysterious as this case was, it felt good to be back on the job. I knew my first move: I had to find the scene of the crime. But how do you find a lunch that’s already been eaten?
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