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Scripts - your input?
Hi! I'm preparing some scripts for making demos, and I'ld like your input on whether or not you think some changes could bring a better diversity to them? I apologize for the long post, and thanks for your input!
Commercial Script:
Hi! Welcome to LeapSheep. Press any button to continue. Red! Good choice. (big smile, excited)
Hydraulic locks occur when fluids are trapped in the cylinder. Since the fluids can’t compress but the cylinder head has momentum, that energy will be transferred to the crank shaft, which breaks under the force. (educational)
Hey, Friends! Warmer weather means that the food truck is back on base! We’re parking at the Admin. Building Tuesday, April 8th, from 11:00 to 1:00. (great deal)
When I found out I had cancer, I turned to Penta Health. Their doctors are professional and care about you as an individual. Their personalized approach reassured me that I was their first priority. (serious, where find help)
Welcome to Kamp Kosmo, where your dog is treated like a champ! (Champ) You called? (bark) We offer boarding in a home setting with plenty of walks (oh, good), tummy rubs (oh, boy!), and snacks (take me there! I can’t handle it.) We don’t charge extras for the everyday care of your dog. We treat your dog like our own. (upbeat)
Want to honor those who have gone before? Head to Lebanon’s Pioneer Cemetery this Saturday, May 9th, for our annual Honor event. Starting at 9:00 in the morning, we’ll highlight some of the men and women buried in Pioneer Cemetery who served their country in diverse ways. (informational)
Character Script:
Stop, Sammy! You’re being mean. Mom says to be nice. (little girl, upset)
You call this incredible? I call it terrible. (pt) It has no taste. I teach you. (French accent, doubtful, take charge)
Aw, thanks for saying that. I didn’t think I did it that well. (Champ, embarrassed)
Look, Mr. Smith said that we need to follow the clues to find the treasure. How hard can this be? (own voice, wondering)
Oh, wow! This is so cool. I’ve never seen a salamander before! (Blackie Bear, excited)
I have never had a better taco in my life (round mouth/cartoon, blissful)
Honey, when I was your age, we didn't have those thing-a-ma-bobs. We had whats-its. (grandma)
Audiobook Script:
The seasons came and went, and the ponies adopted the New World as their own. They learned how to take care of themselves. When summer came, and with it the greenhead flies by day and the mosquitoes by night, they plunged into the sea, up to their necks in the cool surf. The sea was their friend. Once it had set them free. Now it protected them from their fiercest enemies.
Misty of Chincoteague, by Marguerite Henry (narration)
"What did this make you think of? Miss Williams asked when the record finished.
"Rain," Isobel said. She was in Grade Four and had fat bouncy ringlets.
"I think water maybe," Ben tried.
"Rain's water," Isobel grinned at him.
"No, I mean water like a stream," Ben insisted, staying serious in spite of her.
"What do you think, Anna?" Miss Williams asked.
Anna blushed. She had not been going to say.
"I know that music from my home," she explained. "I know the name."
"Tell us," Miss Williams smiled.
"It is'The Shine of the Moon,'" Anna stumbled. "But . . ." She stopped short. Miss Williams waited. The others waited too. All the faces turned toward Anna were friendly faces. She took a deep breath and finished.
"I think it is like rain too," she said.
From Anna, by Jean Little (dialogue, maybe accent)
You, I trust, are not a snob, and I certainly am not in the real-estate business. But let's say that you are and I am and that you are looking for property to buy along a road that is not far form the California valley in which I live.
Having sized you up, I take pains to tell you that the average income in this neighborhood is some $15,000 a year. Maybe that clinches your interest in living here; anyway, you buy. . . .
A year or so later we meet again. As a member of some taxpayers' committee I am circulating a petition to keep the tax rate down. . . . After all, the average income in this neighborhood is only $3,500 a year. . . . Am I lying now, or was I lying last year?
You can't pin it on me either time. That is the essential beauty of doing your lying with statistics. Both those figures are legitimate averages, legally arrived at. Both represent the same data, the same people. . . .
My trick was to use a different kind of average each time.
How to Lie With Statistics, by Darrell Huff (educational)
And now a strange thing happened. That day I had been studying Matthew Arnold's essay on The Study of Poetry. . . . In that essay he gives various quotations from the classics as touchstones of perfect poetry. One such was from Dante and ran: In la sua volontade e nostra pace. From my knowledge of Latin I had guessed the meaning: In His will is our peace. Now that sentence wrote itself across the dark of my bedroom. Dante believed in God. What if there were a God, after all? If so, I certainly had not been in His will. Maybe that was why I had no peace? An idea struck me. No one was watching to see if I were a fool or not. Sitting there on my bed's edge, I raised both hands heavenward. "God, if there be a God," I whispered, for I was not going to believe in what did not exist just to get a mental opiate, "if You will prove to me that You are, and if You will give me peace, I will give You my whole life. I'll do anything You ask me to do, go where You send me, obey You all my days." Then I climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over me.
By Searching, by Isobel Kuhn (serious, desperate)
I was also thinking of doing Isaiah 40:25-31 or a Psalm and then maybe doing an excerpt from Country of the Pointed Firs (back porch storytelling style) or Sometimes I Prefer to Fuss (exasperated section).
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