get into van cliburn, then ivy league orchestra. from there, she play paris, rome.ack to my hometown of luang phabang and stick it up their nose. that's why she ran away from you. she'd rather play bluegrass and win this contest and then get a record deal and open up the connie souphanousinphone theater and... ah, i'm a jackass. stop stating the obvious. where is my daughter? uh... i don't know. i'm sure she's fine. she's with bobby. great. that narrows it down. now all we have to do is check every free buffet in town. bobby: how about this one? i've been working out with weights. every time someone says, "let's work out" i say, "wait." that's funny, bobby. i'm sorry. it's just... i'm sick of our dads putting pressure on me. at least they're paying attention. feels like i'm always playing to an empty house. you know what i'd love to do? run away to the appalachian mountains and play bluegrass all day long with people who know that music is about having fun. people who sing and smile even though they're poor and their faces are smudged with coal. and i can wear overa