"Next year after the album is all said and done," Juliette said softly. She tilted her head slightly and watched him for just a second before looking ahead.
"And I finished up all my college classes before coming on tour, but what does that have to do with anything?" Juliette asked. She looked at the wall, thinking.
Juliette rolled her eyes again and walked off, waving a hand at him over her shoulder. She entered her dressing room, set her shoes down and looked around before pulling her dress off. She replaced it with a pair of sweats and a tank top. She then left the dressing room, without shoes, and jogged the way she had come.
Juliette shrieked, half in delight and the half in fear, as she slid across the floor. She had forgotten the floor was slick and that the legs of the sweats covered her feet, making it hard to walk to begin with. She fell backwards as she tried to stop herself.
Juliette only laughed as she hit the ground. She wasn't hurt and she found the entire thing hilarious. She smiled and rolled up the ends of her sweats happily.