There’s a moment in voiceover work that never quite stops feeling strange. The red light comes on, and everything goes quiet — except for you. No faces. No blocking. No one else to move the scene forward.Just breath, timing, and a line that might only last three seconds. In the booth. This week I was back in a recording booth in Copenhagen. Standard headphones, water bottle within reach, a lamp in the corner that always looks like it came from someone’s childhood bedroom. The
