Webster’s Dictionary defines voice-over as words that are spoken- Wait, that’s not the way to start this off. Every Saturday morning when
I was a little girl- No, that’s not it either.
Okay, once more. With feeling…
Never thought I’d make a career out of not being able to shut up. The adventure began when I joined the drama club in high school. I was hooked before my first dress rehearsal. Soon after that, I was doing community theater, stand-up comedy, hosting talent shows… Theater Arts: a gateway drug.
Sometimes I wonder how I got to such a place, this VO industry. This is probably all that pesky club’s fault. My days, once spent on stage, are now consumed with voluntarily trapping myself in a tiny room and talking to a screen.
I’ve boiled the whole process
down to a science:
Step 1: Vocal Warm-Ups (i.e. yell at my chickens or sing Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back)
Step 2: Think Diabolically (even if the session doesn’t call for it)
Step 3: Read something relevant to the copy… or the latest issue of Snotgirl.
Step 4: Make nachos—or maybe hummus—NO, nachos.
Step 5: Record & don’t forget to have fun.
Step 6: Post-production & tea.
Step 7: MAKE MORE NACHOS.
Got a project that needs to be brought to life? Maybe I’m your girl… Or boy. That’s right, ladies and jellyspoons! In addition to voicing rambunctious girls, squeaky teens, tough chicks, and the occasional mother, I’ve played more than my fair share of young gentlemen that may or may not have a permanent smirk on their face.
Behind all the jokes, quirkiness and sarcasm, I’m really just a lady that loves what she does.