Dayo sat in his office, buried in files as the workload piled higher. Luna's album was in the pipeline, but first they were testing the waters with a single — the one he had recorded with her. He was studying how much the release could boost him ahead of the upcoming Global Competition votes. Between calls and scheduling, he had even started booking club shows. Just when he was running out of ideas, his phone lit up.
Luron Vale.
Dayo picked up almost instantly.
"Hello."
"Dayo, how are you?" Luron's smooth voice came through.
"Haha, I'm good. Your call came at the perfect time."
"Oh, really?" Luron asked.
"Yeah. I don't know if I told you, but I'm competing in the Global Competition."
"Nope. But I did watch your performance, so I figured it out," Luron replied.
"Hehe, my brother," Dayo said, almost cringing at his own tone.
"Ehn, abeg, stop that. Don't do that thing," Luron laughed in a fake Nigerian accent. "What do you want?"
