The final song played through the speakers one last time as Dayo sat in his creative room, listening carefully. His eyes moved between the screen and the notebook beside his keyboard, where several corrections had been written in his handwriting. He had spent the better part of the morning going through the album, checking the arrangements and making sure every song sounded the way he had imagined it. There were still a few small things he could adjust, but he knew he would only keep finding something else to change if he allowed himself to continue.
