Isamu just laughed at Kyle's question, his own appearance far more absurd. A painfully clashing combo of a red t-shirt, the standard green Yamaku pants, and a denim vest left open adorned his own body, topped of with a nice Mario hat. He and Kyle had really hit it off, and he'd somehow managed to convince the American transfer student to go along with his insane talent show idea. Whatever, it would be awesome, especially to the people in the school who weren't fluent in English. So, basically, everyone. [b]"Probably because I'm awesome."[/b] He couldn't wait to get on stage and perform, but there were some others up before they were. Still, he was ready. 

[b]"As for being late, we'll be fine if we leave now. Which was my plan."[/b] Stepping out of his room and locking the door behind him, Isamu jerked his head in the direction of the stairs, leading the oddly-dressed party of two onto greatness. [b]"Truly, they shall sing of this day for years. Hopefully with a lute."[/b]