From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 398: Video Set 2

The set had settled into a steady rhythm.

What started earlier as scattered movement and overlapping instructions had now turned into something organized. Lights were positioned properly, cameras were set, and the crew had fallen into sync with one another. People were no longer rushing without direction. Everyone knew what they were doing.

Shina stood behind the main camera, one eye focused through the viewfinder while the other stayed aware of everything happening around him. His grip on the equipment was firm now, no longer shaky like before. He adjusted the frame slightly, then paused.

"Hold on," he said.

The movement in front of him slowed.

He stepped forward, lowering the camera just a bit as he studied the positioning.

"Shift left small... no, not you," he pointed toward one of the dancers. "You. Yes, just small."

The dancer adjusted.

"Stop there."

He raised the camera again, checking the frame.

Better.

"Alright. We run it from the top."

Davido stood in position, nodding once as the music cue was prepared. The beat played through the speakers, filling the space with energy. This was no longer rehearsal. This was execution.

"Rolling," one of the crew members called out.

"Camera," Shina responded.

"Speed."

Shina didn’t speak again immediately. He just watched.

Davido moved with the rhythm, natural and confident, but something about his delivery felt slightly off. It wasn’t obvious. Most people wouldn’t notice it. The timing was correct. The expressions were there.

But the energy wasn’t fully locked in.

"Cut."

The music stopped.

There was a brief silence.

Shina lowered the camera slightly, thinking.

"Again," he said.

No hesitation.

They reset.

The music started again.

This time, Shina moved slightly to the right, adjusting his angle mid-take. He stepped closer, lowering the frame just enough to give it more presence.

"Keep going," he said, not loudly, but enough for Davido to hear.

The take finished.

"Cut."

Shina stepped back and replayed the clip quickly on the screen.

The shot looked clean.

But he wasn’t satisfied yet.

Behind him, Sharon stood with her arms lightly folded, watching everything carefully. Her eyes moved between Shina and Davido, picking up on details without interrupting anything.

She leaned slightly toward Dayo.

"He’s getting comfortable," she said quietly.

Dayo nodded once.

"He should."

His attention wasn’t fully on Shina.

He was watching Davido.

It was subtle, but it was there again.

That slight disconnect.

The way his focus dropped for a split second between takes. The way he took longer than usual to reset. The way his energy didn’t carry consistently from one shot to another.

Not enough for anyone to question.

But enough for someone like Dayo to notice.

"Let’s take five," Shina said after a moment.

The crew relaxed slightly, stepping away from positions.

Davido walked off to the side, picking up a bottle of water. He took a sip, then another, his eyes not really fixed on anything in particular his eyes wander towards Dayo but always quickly came back.

Dayo watched him for a second, then pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on.

"I’ll be back," he said to Sharon.

She nodded.

Dayo walked toward Davido without rushing.

"Everything alright?" he asked when he got close.

Davido looked up, forcing a small smile.

"Yeah. Why?"

Dayo didn’t answer immediately. He just stood there, observing him for a second.

"You’re not fully there," he said calmly.

Davido paused.

"What do you mean?"

"The takes are clean," Dayo continued. "But you’re thinking too much in between."

Davido let out a short breath, looking away briefly.

"It’s nothing."

Dayo didn’t press immediately.

He leaned slightly against the nearby structure, his voice still calm.

"If it’s about the rollout change, leave it."

Davido’s head turned slightly he wanted to denie but no words came out of his mouth.

Dayo continued before he could respond.

"What’s done is done. No need to carry it into the work."

There was no accusation in his tone.

No edge.

Just a statement.

Davido studied him for a moment.

"You’re not bothered?" he asked.

Dayo shrugged slightly.

"I gave my opinion. You made your decision."

That was it.

No added weight.

No hidden pressure.

Davido nodded slowly.

"I just had plans," he said. "Arrangements. Things were already set in my head."

"I know," Dayo replied.

There was a short pause.

"Then focus on what’s in front of you now," Dayo added. "This part matters too."

Davido looked at him again.

Something in his expression shifted.

It wasn’t dramatic.

But it was there.

"Alright," he said quietly.

Dayo straightened up.

"Good."

He didn’t stay longer than that.

He just turned and walked back toward the set.

Davido remained where he was for a second, holding the bottle in his hand.

The conversation had been simple.

Too simple.

That was what stayed with him.

He had expected resistance.

At least some kind of pushback.

But there was none.

And somehow, that made it heavier.

He shook it off and took another sip of water before walking back.

"Let’s go again," he said.

The next set of takes went differently.

Not louder.

Not exaggerated.

Just cleaner.

Davido stepped into position again, and when the music started this time, the energy held. His movements matched the beat without hesitation. The transitions were smoother. The expressions landed properly.

Shina noticed immediately he understood that Dayo noticed and probably talked with Davido.

He didn’t say anything during the take.

He just adjusted his angle slightly and kept recording.

"Cut."

He checked the playback.

This one worked.

He nodded to himself.

"Again," he said.

The crew reset quickly.

This time, he made a small change.

"Camera moves forward slightly on second hook," he instructed.

The operator nodded.

"Got it."

They ran it again.

Better.

By the third take, the entire set had found its rhythm.

Shina was no longer second-guessing himself.

"Move that light higher."

"Pause there."

"Let the beat breathe before you move."

His voice carried authority now.

Not forced.

Earned.

The crew responded without delay.

Even Davido followed his direction without question.

At one point, a particular shot wasn’t landing properly. The movement felt flat, and the frame lacked impact.

Shina stopped everything.

"Hold on."

The music cut.

He stepped into the space, looking around.

"This angle is wrong."

One of the crew members frowned slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Shina didn’t answer immediately. He repositioned the camera himself, lowering it slightly and shifting it to the side.

"Try this."

They reset.

The take started again.

This time, the difference was obvious.

The movement felt stronger.

The frame carried weight.

The moment hit.

"Yeah," one of the crew members muttered.

"That’s it."

Shina didn’t react much.

He just nodded.

"Next."

From the side, Sharon watched with a small smile.

"He’s locked in now," she said.

Dayo didn’t respond immediately.

He was still watching the overall flow.

But this time, his attention wasn’t split.

Everything on set was working.

Hours passed.

Scene after scene was completed.

By the time they moved into the final setup, the energy had shifted completely. What started as a tense beginning had turned into a controlled, confident execution.

"Last one," Shina said.

The crew prepared.

Davido stepped into position.

The music played.

The final take ran smoothly from start to finish.

"Cut."

Shina checked the playback one more time.

No issues.

He lowered the camera slightly.

"That’s it."

There was a brief pause.

Then the tension broke. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

People started moving again.

Voices rose.

Somebody laughed.

Another person clapped lightly.

"It’s clean," one of the producers said.

Davido walked over, looking at the screen.

He watched the final shot.

Then nodded.

"Yeah. This one go work."

He turned slightly, looking toward Shina.

"You did well."

Shina let out a small breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

"Thank you."

Davido nodded again.

"Real work."

That meant something.

More than the earlier casual comments.

Shina smiled slightly, adjusting his grip on the camera.

From the side, Sharon stepped closer to Dayo.

"That was good," she said.

Dayo nodded.

"He handled it."

As things started wrapping up, equipment began getting packed away. The controlled structure of the shoot slowly dissolved into a more relaxed environment.

Davido walked over to Dayo.

"Appreciate this," he said.

Dayo looked at him.

"No problem."

Davido hesitated for a second.

Then added, "For real."

Dayo gave a small nod.

"I know."

There was a short silence between them.

Not awkward.

But not as open as before.

Davido glanced away briefly, then back.

"We’ll talk later," he said.

"Sure."

That was it.

No long conversation.

No extended moment.

Just that.

Davido turned and walked back toward his team.

Dayo stayed where he was for a second, watching the set being cleared.

From the outside, everything had gone well.

The video was done.

The performance was solid.

Shina had delivered.

There was nothing to complain about.

But something had shifted.

Not loudly.

Not in a way anyone else would point out.

Just slightly.

Enough to be noticed.

Sharon walked up beside him again.

"You’re quiet," she said.

Dayo glanced at her briefly.

"Just thinking."

She didn’t push further.

She already understood.

They stood there for a moment, watching the final pieces of the set come down.

Shina walked past them, still talking to one of the crew members, his energy lighter now. The tension from earlier was gone. In its place was something else.

Confidence.

Real confidence.

Dayo watched him for a second, then looked away.

The day had moved forward.

Progress had been made.

Everything had worked.

But not everything felt the same.

He didn’t say it.

He didn’t need to.

For now, it stayed where it was.

Unspoken.

And waiting.

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