If You Could, How Would You Sound?

 I had a dream where we were trying to help people pick out boy band voices and there were ALL different types. You could pick out the voice you wanted in a booth or with a picture from the wall or a binder. 


When people would Pick them Up we would have to train them how to use them and if they were unhappy with the voice it was not exchangable so we just had to teach people how to use the voice that they had the right way and we kept trying to explain that you can’t make a voice like brian from backstreet boys sound like justin timberlake. 


We would have to explain some voices were not boy band voices even if they wanted to have that voice but some voices they chose could be made to sound like it and we had voices that showed conversion voices which had a spectrum of the different results they could get if you started with a specific type of voice. 

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