Juliet Calloway
Juliet hopped out of her car and handed Erica the phone. "Sorry," she apologized meekly. "Could you hold on to that for a sec?"
Storming up the the boy, she crossed her arms. "Well I've been playing since first grade and I was five then." She smiled her trademark cocky smirk. If Nemo was in the park, she'd probably hear Juliet without her phone. Sensing the question that was bound to be asked, she shrugged. "My parents are overachievers." She scowled and glared at him. "I'm very talented...ok, now I just sound snobby." Blowing out a huff of air, she ran a finger through her hair. She didn't want to sound like the other rich girls, bragging about everything. "Whatever." Juliet walked away with as much pride she could while wearing a freakin' skirt. "I'm even better at singing than playing the guitar." She mumbled under her breath. Honestly, she just didn't have the confidence to try lead vocals. There was something comforting about being behind a sturdy instrument.
Snatching her iphone back from Erica, she offered her an apologetic smile. Holding her phone up to her ear, she said. "I ditched a dinner party. I'm at the park right now...honestly, I have no clue when the next practice is. Can you nab me some decent clothes? My parents found my wardrobe and threw it away. I told them it was for a school play and that the play was over so I wouldn't get into trouble."