Introduce yourself: what's your name/nickname, how long have you been voice acting, and what drew you to this project?

This is a text from my boyfriend. Hv goo dy. My mother has a shoebox in her closet of notes and letters
and postcards and things written on napkins that dad wrote to her over the years. She has tangible things
that she can take out of her closet and wave in front of my face to show me how great a guy dad was
at one point, and just because he yells over the improper lining up of the recycling bins doesn’t mean
he’s a freak. (she changes tangent) Why must the recycling bins be lined up grey, blue, green? Why
is it a major tragedy when the bins are not lined up grey, blue, green? When I am bringing down the
existence of life as we know it because I forgot to line those stupid freaking bins up grey, blue, green?
My mother can show me a birthday card my dad sent to her when she was twenty years old that seriously
melts my toes. Not because it’s my dad, don’t be gross. Because it’s a good old fashioned love note
from a guy to a girl. On actual paper. I have no note. I’m supposed to have love. I have no note. I have
dots on a screen that spell out Hv goo dy. My mother has notes. I have a decided lack of vowels.

Sing a song.  Broadway is preferred.