Mao really wasn't one to judge when it game to wearing 'crazy' clothes, he earned enough weird looks in his life already. It was just that such a preppy outfit was way unexpected in a garage band. He liked it though, that it looked like the members were allowed to do whatever the fuck they wanted, once the initial surprise wore off he found himself thinking even more highly of Corporate Lobotomy and he hadn't even heard them play yet.
"Really?" The Asian boy somehow managed to keep from adding, 'Sounds a little gay.' It was a heroic effort. He smirked and played along. "My superpower is being awesome. It's more of a gift than a curse, but I feel ya." In this day and age jokes about superpowers may not even be jokes, Mao immediately wondered if any of these guys really did have powers. Would he be the only one? Would they think he was cheating or some shit? That would be stupid. Anyone who'd throw away the chance to have someone who could play anything imaginable after only seeing it once would be complete morons who deserved to get booed off every stage.
Since no one else was around, Mao wondered if it was Mr. Bowtie he had been being corny with on the internet. The guy might have been dressed like a mega nerd but maybe underneath the pomade he was actually a cool dude.
"So, like, you guys gonna play something or... do I play something?" This was Mao's first audition for anything ever. He didn't like looking like he didn't know what was going on, but he kind of didn't have any choice at the moment.