Are You Petrified of Being Petrified?
Unfortunately, I can no longer enjoy my adolescent 12-year-old boy voice. Why you ask? Well, because the only sound that comes out of my throat is somewhere between a whisper and a croak. Pretty.
This is probably the result of excessive talking with my soon-to-be-dead voice over the past two days. I couldn't help it. The way it squeaked and cracked was just way too amusing.
This is probably the result of excessive talking with my soon-to-be-dead voice over the past two days. I couldn't help it. The way it squeaked and cracked was just way too amusing.