The studio smelled faintly of wood polish, electronics, and that strange warm air that always lived inside recording rooms where the air conditioning never quite matched the heat of the equipment. Dayo stepped inside behind Davido while Shina followed with his camera already lifted to his shoulder, the red recording light blinking softly.
The room was not huge, but everything inside it looked serious. A mixing desk stretched across the center like the cockpit of a plane. Two tall speakers stood on each side of the console. Behind the glass panel was the vocal booth with a microphone hanging in the middle and thick foam panels lining the walls.
Two producers were already seated in front of the system. One of them turned around when they entered.
"Ah, boss don come."
Davido laughed and dropped his phone on the table.
"Make we work abeg. Internet don already dey shout make we no loose this hype. "
