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Real requests from real people who’d rather pay than do it themselves. Pseudonyms only. Pick one and take their money.
Nothing here quite fits?
I'll send the timeline, the screenshots, the receipts. You record from a parked car at night, into a phone, like a podcaster at the end of a long week. No music. No edits. You sound exhausted by my marriage by the end. So am I. Deliver one MP3.
He always said his mother sang Moon River a particular way. She's been gone twelve years. I'll pay you to learn it from the two recordings he played me, once, in 2014. Then I want a clean MP3. Don't ask why. Sing it like she did.
I'll mail scans of pages 22–47 (1999, junior year, the bad year). Find any park bench, read them quietly to your phone, 38 minutes. Don't perform. Don't flinch at the embarrassing parts. Just say the words. I want them out in the world.
She kept one letter from 1972, before my father. Smoker's voice, mid-Atlantic accent, no rushing. I'll send the scan plus three voice references from old films. MP3, ~4 minutes. She turns 80 in October. This goes on a thumb drive in the card. Don't mess this up.
I'll send the text. Sixty-four words. Read it the way it should have been said, sitting across a table, on a Sunday morning. No theatrics. No music. Just the truth, slow. MP3, ~90 seconds. I want to hear what closure would have sounded like.
I have his voice on old camcorder tapes. I have the speech written. I need a stranger to read it in his cadence. We're playing it during the father-daughter dance. Only my sister will know it's not him. Take this one seriously. Two takes, MP3, no music.