Another week passed, and the studio continued to operate like a well-oiled machine.
Dayo, as usual, made the studio his home. He rarely went out. This level of dedication wasn't new to him, but this particular album demanded more than usual.
First, it was because the project was in a different language from the English he was most familiar with. Every word, every pronunciation, every emotional nuance required extra care.
Second, there were emotions still buried deep within him emotions he refused to confront directly. Instead of dealing with them, he worked. Relentlessly in order to force his brain to forget what he is feeling deep inside.
And third, it was simple: Dayo was a perfectionist. He hated mistakes. He preferred things done his way.
