Well. Shit. Mao could feel his skin prickle under the curious stares sent his way. Apparently he had been really not at all smooth with the whole phone thing. So was he going to have to admit to semi cheating? It annoyed him greatly to have other people think he didn't actually have any talent. He also ran the risk that these guys could be anti-mutant types, though he doubted it. People who went around wearing bowties and dying their hair weren't likely to be that closed minded. Still, Mao made an attempt to play his odd behavior off, albeit a half assed one.
"Naw, it's cool, it's cool." He flicked his hand in a dismissive gesture and shrugged. "I didn't know how to play the song so I was just checking. I can play it now." He nodded to himself, jutting his chin out a little to project confidence. "Really. So you guys can start up again, I'll be right with you." He twiddled the drumsticks encouragingly. Was his evasiveness to obvious? Probably. His visions of playing some awesome solo and blowing everyone away so that they begged him to join had all gone poof. It was stupid kid's stuff to think like that anyway, he should have known better.