We’ll find something, promise.
I’m holding you to that.
You want us to move the kids around again? It’s not fair to them, Quinn.
I want you to be happy and I don’t want your talent to go to waste.
Because we live here.
That doesn’t mean anything.
Besides, if I were to open up a bakery in L.A. it’d have to be one of those crunchy granola places. People here are all about their organic oatmeal.
It’s not exactly “LA” material.
So… why not send it to a record label in Nashville?
They said that my voice would be perfect for a bunch of pop crap records they have.
What about your own music?
I sang for them, they gave me feedback. That’s what went on there.
What type of feedback?
I vote bakery.
Well, I voted recording label and you still haven’t told me what’s going on with that, so your opinion is not welcome here.
And now I need to figure out what I’m doing with the rest of my life.