By the third day, Dayo was on full promotion mode that made it look like a man that had something to loose if he didn't promote. Well he really did so he promoted like never before.
He had spent too much of his career controlling the room from behind studio doors, letting songs travel while he stayed one step away from the noise. That had always suited him. Work, release, disappear, return with something stronger. It kept the mystery alive and protected his focus.
But this time, he had said he was going all out.
So he went out.
London was gray when he arrived, the kind of gray that made the city look serious even before people started talking. The interview was not a late-night comedy chair, not a place where a host danced around questions and saved sharpness for jokes. This one was different.
