Two hours before the broadcast, the O2 sounded like panic wearing a headset.
Crew members crossed the backstage corridors with cables, radios, water bottles, costume bags, lighting notes, revised cue sheets, and the tired urgency of people who had stopped asking whether the schedule made sense. Someone from broadcast was calling for camera three. Someone from sound was asking why a guest mic had moved. A floor manager hurried past with a clipboard tucked under one arm and an expression that suggested she had personally argued with time and lost.
Dayo stood near the side entrance to the main stage and watched all of it.
