From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 376: Dayos reaction to video

Night had already settled quietly over the city by the time Shina finished editing the video for his vlog.

The room was dim except for the glow of the laptop screen. The footage played back one last time as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, eyes carefully watching every cut, every transition, every piece of audio.

Clips of Dayo greeting people and playing with small kids; everything was so natural that he felt his respect for the man grow another notch.

Then the part of Sharon explaining the schedule.

The team moving through the day.

Laughter, small conversations, ordinary moments that somehow felt extraordinary simply because of who was involved.

Shina scrubbed back a few seconds on the timeline and watched again.

Then again.

He nodded slowly to himself.

"Yeah... that’s good." He hoped in his mind that Dayo would love the video like he did so he wouldn’t disappoint.

He exported the final version and waited for the file to render. The progress bar crawled forward gradually, and while it did, Shina stretched his arms and leaned back in the chair.

The day had been long. His body felt tired in that satisfying way that only came after doing something meaningful.

He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he had the luck to meet JD. He felt that he had used up his luck in this lifetime but didn’t mind one bit.

When the export finished, he immediately sent the file.

With a message that he had deleted and rewritten, but he took a deep breath after knowing that Dayo wasn’t that kind of person.

"I have made the edits and this is the end product. I am open to any instruction or correction you would like to add."

He hit send after reading it again, sure there was no mistake.

Across the city, in a quiet suite lit only by soft lamps and the faint glow of a tablet screen, Dayo received the notification.

He had just finished reviewing the next day’s schedule when the message arrived.

Shina.

Seeing that it was his fan, a small smile appeared on Dayo’s face.

He tapped it.

The video opened.

For several minutes he simply watched.

His expression didn’t change much, but his eyes moved carefully across every frame. He noticed the angles. The pacing. The small details Shina had captured without even realizing how important they were. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A shot of the team loading equipment.

A short moment where Sharon was explaining something while gesturing with her hands.

A clip of Dayo laughing quietly at something someone said off-camera.

None of it felt forced.

None of it felt staged.

It felt natural.

Real.

By the time the video ended, Dayo leaned back slightly in his chair.

"...He’s good."

One has to understand that for Dayo to say Shina was good was amazing, because Dayo himself is a director, and it showed that Shina knew angles very well since the shots he took were well framed.

He could still remember talking with him, and he mentioned that he had indeed studied a bit of shooting. At first Dayo thought he was just saying this, but from his work he could see that he knew his angles well.

He replayed a section again.

Shina clearly had instinct. He understood where to point the camera, when to stay quiet, when to move closer.

That kind of sense couldn’t really be taught.

Dayo smiled faintly.

Then he sent a message back.

"Good work. Release it."

Across town, Shina’s phone vibrated instantly.

He grabbed it and read the reply.

For a moment he just stared at the screen.

Then he let out a quiet laugh.

"Alright then."

He uploaded the video.

The file processed.

The thumbnail appeared.

The description was simple. Nothing dramatic.

Just the beginning of something new.

When the upload finished, the view counter started at zero.

Shina watched the screen for a few seconds.

Then he closed the laptop.

"Let’s see what Nigeria does with this."

He stretched, turned off the lights, and finally allowed himself to sleep.

Elsewhere in the city, Dayo sat quietly for a moment after sending the approval.

His tablet rested on the table beside him.

But his thoughts were somewhere else.

He opened another interface.

The familiar translucent panel appeared in front of him.

The System.

It responded immediately.

[System Interface Activated]

Dayo’s eyes moved calmly across the options.

He had used the system many times before, but this one was different.

A small golden card icon hovered near the center of the interface.

Global Spotlight Card.

He had five remaining.

The description beneath it was simple but powerful.

Temporarily amplifies global exposure of a selected target for twenty-four hours.

Dayo rested his chin lightly on his hand.

He thought about the video again.

He thought about Shina.

A fan who had followed him for years.

Someone who didn’t ask for anything, who simply loved the work and defended him when the internet turned ugly.

Dayo glanced toward the window.

The city lights flickered quietly beyond the glass.

"...If I’m going to help him," he murmured softly, "I might as well do it properly."

His finger tapped the card.

The system responded immediately.

[Global Spotlight Card Selected]

A new prompt appeared.

Select target.

Dayo entered the video link.

Then he confirmed.

[Target Confirmed]

The golden card dissolved into light.

[Global Spotlight Card Activated]

Duration: 24 hours

The interface slowly faded.

Dayo leaned back in his chair.

That was enough.

He closed the tablet and went to sleep.

—

Morning arrived quietly.

Shina woke up slowly, the kind of groggy waking that came after too little rest and too much excitement the previous day.

His phone buzzed somewhere near his pillow.

He reached for it without opening his eyes.

Another buzz.

Then another.

His eyes opened.

"...What?"

He unlocked the screen.

Just a day ago, when he experienced something like this, but what he was seeing now his eyes couldn’t believe.

For a second he didn’t understand what he was looking at.

Notifications.

Hundreds of them.

No.

Thousands. More than he had ever seen on his page.

His eyes widened.

"...Wait."

He opened the video page.

Then he froze completely.

The number stared back at him.

Twenty million.

His brain refused to process it because he knew this had to be fake or something.

He refreshed the page.

Twenty million three hundred thousand.

"...No."

He refreshed again.

Twenty million five hundred thousand.

Shina sat up instantly.

"What the hell?!"

His heart started racing.

Comments flooded the page in multiple languages.

English.

Portuguese.

Spanish.

Korean.

Arabic.

People from everywhere.

"Is this the new JD series" "Who is the cameraman" "This vlog feels real" "I like this guy filming" "Finally someone showing JD behind the scenes"

"Why is this new guy Shina posting Dayo’s activities and not Dayo? You all explain to me."

"Alright let me give you a quick breakdown for those who don’t know. The person Shina in particular is a die-hard fan of Dayo who never left his side, and the moment he saw Dayo was here in Nigeria he made sure to find him. When he did, he saw Dayo doing charity and instead of interrupting he videoed it and posted it. Dayo loved the video and met up with him, and now from what we can see he is helping the Shina bro so yeah...."

"Omo see destiny changer nah."

"This is so touching, how can this be true? It feels like a movie."

"Dayo or nobody else."

"Dayo please feature with Nigerian artists like Wizkid, Burna and co abeg o."

"Aswear I can’t wait to hear him announce something like that."

"He would. Don’t worry."

The subscriber count climbed faster than he could read.

Thirty thousand.

Forty.

Fifty.

His phone kept vibrating.

Messages from friends.

From strangers.

From bloggers.

From people asking who he was.

Shina ran his hands through his hair.

"This... this doesn’t make sense."

He opened the analytics.

The view graph looked insane.

The spike was almost vertical.

Seven hours.

Twenty million views.

"Bro..."

He stared at the screen in disbelief.

Meanwhile, across the city, the team had already noticed.

Sharon stood near a table holding a tablet.

Her eyebrows lifted slightly.

"That escalated quickly."

One of the assistants leaned over.

"How many views?"

"Twenty million."

"...What?"

Sharon refreshed the page.

Still climbing.

She shook her head slowly.

"That’s... impressive."

Someone else laughed.

"Looks like the vlog series is starting strong."

Dayo walked into the room a moment later.

"What’s going on?"

Sharon turned the tablet toward him.

"The vlog."

Dayo glanced at the numbers.

Then smiled slightly.

"Nice."

He didn’t explain anything.

He didn’t need to.

Across town, Shina was still staring at his phone like it had lost its mind.

Then suddenly he stood up.

He started pacing the room.

"Okay... okay..."

He opened the app again.

Still climbing.

Twenty-one million.

He couldn’t stop smiling.

His phone buzzed again.

This time the notification was different.

A repost.

Dayo had shared the video.

The caption was simple.

"Good work. You did more than expected."

Shina stared at it.

Then he laughed out loud, unable to hold it in.

"Bro... BRO!"

He immediately dialed his cousin.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

When the call connected Shina was practically shouting.

"You won’t believe this!"