Three days later, the song was finished.
That fact alone shouldn't have surprised anyone. Not at JD Records, and certainly not after everything Dayo had accomplished throughout his career. The stories had existed for years, passed around studios, rehearsal rooms, music schools, and industry gatherings like modern legends.
People talked about the album he recorded in less than a month.
They talked about the sessions that stretched deep into the night because he refused to settle for anything less than exactly what he heard in his head.
They talked about producers who entered confident and left humbled.
The stories were everywhere.
The difference now was that hundreds of people inside JD Records had actually witnessed it.
And somehow, seeing it with their own eyes felt far more unbelievable than hearing about it.
The atmosphere throughout the building reflected that reality.
