From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 392: Teaser Out.
The night Shina finished editing the teaser, he stayed up longer than he expected.
The room in Jimmy’s house was quiet except for the soft hum of the laptop and the faint sound of traffic somewhere outside the window. The glow from the screen reflected on his face as the video editing timeline stretched across the monitor.
Clips filled the track.
Short pieces from the studio.
Davido standing beside the mic.
Dayo leaning slightly over the console.
A quick moment of laughter from the background.
Nothing long.
Nothing revealing too much but captivating enough to make the peole watching to anticipate.
Exactly the way Dayo had instructed Dayo had reviewed the tapes and gave him what side to use and the final result made him understand how amazing Dayo can be when it came to editing.
Shina replayed the clip again.
The teaser was short, just a few seconds, but it carried weight. The beat came in first. Clean. Heavy. Then Davido’s voice slipped in for only a moment before the clip cut away again.
Enough to spark curiosity.
Not enough to give the song away.
Shina leaned back slightly in his chair and watched the preview again.
Even after hearing the track all day in the studio, the snippet still made him smile.
"This one is going to be massive," he murmured quietly to himself.
He adjusted the cut again, trimming half a second from the beginning and moving a small studio shot slightly earlier so the rhythm of the clip flowed better.
The footage now opened with a quick view of Davido laughing at something someone said off camera.
Then it cut to Dayo’s hands moving lightly across the mixer.
Then the beat dropped.
Then Davido’s voice came in.
Then it cut immediately.
Black screen.
That was it.
Shina stared at the final version for a moment before exporting the file.
The progress bar moved slowly across the screen.
When the file finished rendering, he checked it one last time on his phone.
Perfect.
He hovered over the upload button for a second but then shook his head.
"No."
Posting it now would be pointless. Most people were asleep.
Morning would be better.
He locked the phone, placed it on the table beside the laptop, and finally pushed himself away from the desk.
Tomorrow morning.
That was when the internet would see it.
***
The next morning came quietly.
At the house where Dayo was staying, the sun had just begun sliding through the windows when he woke up. The house was calm, the kind of early morning silence that existed before everyone fully started moving around.
He stretched slightly before getting out of bed.
Downstairs, he could already smell breakfast.
His mother, Abishola, was in the kitchen.
Dayo stepped in and leaned lightly against the doorway.
"Morning, Mum."
She glanced over her shoulder.
"You’re awake already?"
Dayo nodded.
"Yeah."
She handed him a plate.
"Help me take these to the table."
Within a few minutes everyone had gathered.
Jason sat at the table calmly, sipping tea.
Janet and Deborah were already talking about something quietly while Sharon checked something on her phone.
Jeffrey walked in a moment later and sat down.
Breakfast was relaxed.
No serious conversations.
Just small talk.
Janet complained about how early they had to leave for the airport.
Jeffrey teased Deborah about something she said the day before.
Jason asked Dayo a few casual questions about his schedule.
Sharon listened quietly while occasionally replying to a message on her phone.
It felt normal.
Comfortable.
Eventually the plates were cleared and the house began preparing to leave.
Jeffrey grabbed the car keys while Janet and Deborah gathered their things.
Sharon stood beside Dayo near the door.
"You ready?" she asked.
Dayo nodded.
"Yeah."
The drive to the airport was calm.
Traffic was lighter than usual that morning and the ride took less time than expected. Most of the conversation during the trip was light.
Jeffrey talked about returning to the United States.
Janet and Deborah argued playfully about who had actually been more excited during the wedding.
Jason listened quietly.
At one point Jeffrey turned to Dayo.
"So when you come back to the U.S., you remember that competition is waiting for you."
Dayo nodded.
"I know."
Jeffrey smirked slightly.
"I hope you’re ready. I go beat you."
Dayo laughed.
"We’ll see about that youre all just talk my brother. " Dayo teased him.
Jeffery scoffed playful."Alright we would see who has the last laugh my brother."
This went on till they arrived at the airport.
The airport came into view soon after.
They pulled up near the entrance and stepped out of the car.
The goodbye moment wasn’t dramatic.
It was simple.
Abishola hugged Dayo first.
"Just remember to rest well okay."
"I will." Dayos smiled.
"Also don’t forget to eat good food o." She added holding Dayo.
Dayo smiled amused at this act as his mother those this anytime he wants to travel. "Mom i am a cheff don’t forget o."
Abiso sighed worry on her face." I know but dont forget to eat well thats all i am saying."
Dayo smiled at his mother worries he knew how she could get it took a but of time to calm her down.
Jason smiled gave him a firm handshake and a small nod.
"Take care of yourself."
Janet stepped forward next.
"And answer your phone next time you disappear."
Dayo smiled.
"I’ll try."
Jeffrey tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Don’t forget us okay ?."
Dayo shook his head.
"Not happening."
Deborah stood beside Janet and waved casually.
"I will miss you the most brother Dayo."
Janet rolled her eyes.
"Of course you will."
Sharon remained beside Dayo as the others began moving toward the entrance.
Jeffrey turned once more before disappearing inside.
"We’ll call you."
Dayo nodded.
"Safe trip."
Within a few minutes they were gone he waited until they plane was out of site before getting back into the car.
The car ride back was quiet.
Sharon sat beside him in the back seat scrolling through her phone while Dayo looked out the window again.
Then Sharon suddenly stopped scrolling.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Dayo noticed the pause.
"What?"
Sharon turned the screen toward him.
"Shina posted the teaser."
Dayo leaned slightly closer.
The video had only been online for a few minutes.
The numbers were already climbing.
"Thirty thousand views already?" Sharon said.
Dayo raised an eyebrow slightly with a smile.
Sharon refreshed the page.
Forty-two thousand.
Then fifty.
Then sixty.
The comments were coming in rapidly.
Most of them looked the same.
People asking questions.
People reacting to the sound.
People demanding the full song.
Sharon lowered the phone slowly.
"This is moving faster than expected."
—
Across Lagos, Shina woke up around the same time.
He grabbed his phone lazily and opened the video page.
For a second he thought the number was wrong.
He refreshed it.
Then refreshed it again.
The views had already crossed one hundred thousand.
"Wait."
He sat up immediately.
The comment section was exploding.
Thousands of notifications.
Music blogs had already started reposting the clip.
One entertainment page posted the video with the caption:
"Davido cooking something serious with Dayo."
Another blog wrote:
"Is this Davido’s next hit?"
Instablog reposted the teaser barely thirty minutes after it went up.
The caption read:
"Davido spotted in studio with producer Dayo. New music loading?"
Within minutes the comments filled with reactions.
"Drop the song now!"
"This one go scatter everywhere."
"That beat alone already mad."
"Who produced this?"
Shina stared at the numbers climbing on the screen.
Two hundred thousand views.
Three hundred thousand.
He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Dayo.
The call connected almost immediately.
"Hello?"
"Omo," Shina said quickly, "have you seen what’s happening?"
Dayo was already looking at the screen.
"Yeah."
Shina exhaled slowly.
"Bro... the internet don catch fire."
Dayo didn’t respond immediately.
He was watching the view counter rise again.
Four hundred thousand.
Five hundred thousand.
And it had only been online for less than an hour.
Across the internet the reactions continued spreading.
On Twitter the clip was already circulating widely.
Fans were quoting the video.
Some were replaying the beat drop again and again.
A popular music account tweeted:
"Whatever Davido is cooking with this Dayo guy... we need it immediately."
Another artist replied under the tweet:
"That beat crazy."
Even people who had not seen the full clip were already talking about it.
Discussion threads began forming.
"Is this for Davido’s album?"
"Who produced the track?"
"Why does the snippet sound this clean?"
Meanwhile the teaser continued climbing.
Seven hundred thousand views.
Then eight hundred.
Shina refreshed the page again. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
He leaned back slowly in disbelief.
"Omo..."
He whispered the words quietly to himself.
"This thing don start."
Shina couldn’t hold himself from feeling amazed by how fast the numbers were moving although he had seen a huger about it was still amazing.
He just felt happy to be part of this journey.
