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- Voice Acting - Spoken Word
Sorry if this isn't the correct section for it but it's the closest one that I thought was appropriate.
Like I said in the description, this is just some random monologue idea out of tons of others I write that I decided to actually turn into a recorded one. It isn't really much (you can tell from the background noise how basic my recording tool was) but I still hope that you liked it.
Words of the monologue (note that the recording is slightly different here and there as I "improved" it on the go):
I met this girl once, she told me she was happy, and why shouldn't she be?
She's smiling, laughing and being herself
But I looked in her eyes, for just a moment. And I saw it, it was only a glimpse, but enough to see what she truly felt. I saw her misery and disappointment; I saw how painful it was for her. She had the pained look of one whose true love isn't giving her some love too. I wanted to help her with it, to help with that pain. After all she helped me with things. She helped me get over my dislike of hugs, showed me how to return... a Heart. No matter how hard it was she still stubbornly insisted and helped. Yet when I told her my intention, she only gave a sad smile and said "No, you don't understand how love works, don't try to help what cannot be helped." I paused, knowing she was right, even though I'm 16, I didn't even feel a little of it, all I have is what people told me about that thing, love. I reluctantly stopped trying; knowing then that it'll do no good to try. I only looked at her eyes, her brown, sad eyes. And did the one thing I knew might comfort her about it. I gave her a hug and said. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll return your love eventually" She returned the hug, just stronger, as if my hug meant anything, and said back to me "I hope he will..." then, she walked away. Whispering "thank you" as she walked out...