The frequency George did voice-over work after his throat cancer dropped precipitously. A once velvety sound turned harsh and thin. His outlook on his future did the same. Until an old friend called…
“Come to the studio, George. Technology can help with…”
“Preposterous.”
“Your delivery, George, is unique. Your delivery is so subtle, so deft, so…”
“Was.”
“Yes - was. But it can also be ‘is’. What do you say?”
“I don’t want to sound like Stephen Hawking.”
“Of course not. So… see you Monday?”
“What’s the job?”
“Well… how about an ad for throat lozenges?”
“Seriously?” George just glared.
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