We are Kognito Interactive, an award-winning developer of role-playing training simulations and games in the areas of health and behavioral health.

We are currently hosting an open call for new VO talent. To audition:

1) Record yourself reading the gender-appropriate side. As long as we can hear you well, the quality of the recording isn't too important. We're looking for casual, genuine; don't worry about being word perfect, it's more important to be speech-like.

In the recording:
A) State your name and your contact info
B) Read the side. You can have a partner read the other character's lines or just pause between lines. If you would like to give a second reading or interpretation, that's fine too.

2) Email the recording to the email address listed on this posting NO LATER than 5/17.

SIDES:
MALE:
Hector
Direction: In this monologue, Hector is talking to his friend Nate, a fellow veteran, about the complex emotions the anniversary of James' death stirs up. His speech is deadpan and concrete, not overwrought; he is masking his intense pain, keeping it together in front of his buddy. If the mask slips, it is infrequently and only momentarily. Feel free to ad-lib, insert vocal static, play with pacing, etc.

HECTOR: It's complicated, man. That's what gets me. If this were simple, then maybe. . . maybe I wouldn't be so torn up about it. There were two of us disarming that IED, y'know? And that sniper shot James instead of me. Why? Why him? It's the kinda question that. . . sometimes someone will be talking to me and I'll just stare at the wall not hearing a word they say. Why wasn't it me who left in a body bag? Maybe I should have known it was a setup. We got the intel too easy. It was too fresh, too accurate, maybe. I dunno. I should have done something. Anything.

I should be angry. I should be angry, right? When I think about those sons of bitches who shot James, I should be furious. I should want to track them down and kill them and everyone they ever knew. But. . . I'm not furious. All I feel is. . . I just sit here and feel sad. Empty. I'm not a. . . a warrior who wants revenge for his fallen brother. I'm not a warrior. I'm just a pathetic asshole who couldn't do anything then and can't do anything now. And that's just one more way I've failed him.

FEMALE:
Direction: In this exchange, Alicia’s friend Nate, a fellow veteran, is concerned about how stressed she’s seemed lately. Alicia is stubborn, a bit defensive, but matter-of-fact; not loud or overwrought. Feel free to ad-lib, insert vocal static, play with pacing, etc.

NATE: Sounds like you’re under a lot of pressure.

ALICIA: Yeah, maybe I am, but I can deal with it. This is ridiculous. You know how it was downrange… on a convoy or an operation, we’d go days without sleep. It was just something we had to push through. That’s how it was and no one had a problem with it. And now all of a sudden you’re concerned that I look a little tired? Please.

NATE: We’re not in a combat zone anymore, Alicia, and you don’t know how long this will last. Could you keep this up for weeks? Months?

ALICIA: I guess… (sigh) I guess not. Not for months. I just… I spent too much time away from my family, y’know? I came back and my kids had grown so much. They barely knew me. I have to make that time up to them now. And at the same time, I need to get my life going. I need to haul ass, get my degree, get a job. I just feel like, if it’s gonna be crappy for a couple months, then… that’s the price I pay.