Since no one else has tagged yet :P
Once he was finished playing, Mao let out a surprised sounding laugh. "Damn, these're loud!" There seemed to be a genuine naivete in his voice, as if he really had no idea that drums were, in fact, fucking loud in person. Yet there he was, expertly twirling both sticks as if he had been playing the drums all his life.
Detecting he was being subtly defended as well as complimented, Mao shot a grin at the guy sitting on the amp. He hadn't noticed him before, his brain went all over the place when he was excited, and he had been rather anxious to prove himself to Eden once she started with that attitude. Mao's brow furrowed for a second as he too had a moment of deja vu while looking at the young man with the bass. Mao was horrible with names, so even if he did know this guy from somewhere, there was no way he'd remember what his was. So, he just kept on smiling, sweeping the assembled members with an eager look. "So, like, am I in?"