Satoru decides to do some last minute tuning before he heads out on stage. His manager watches him, hoping he won't make a late entrance like he does at times. At the same time, one of his bandmates slaps him on the back. "C'mon, man. Our fans came here to see us, not watch an empty stage with bright lights." The white-haired prodigy grins. "Tell them the great Satoru Gojo shall grace them with his presence in about fifteen seconds." Always the one with flair, he was.