The one-week break did what it was supposed to do.
It didn't erase the exhaustion; nothing could erase four straight weeks of airports, stadium lights, rehearsals, interviews, and adrenaline, but it softened the edges. Faces looked less hollow. Voices sounded less strained. People laughed again without it feeling forced.
That was how Dayo knew it was time.
Not for another show, not for another flight, not for another headline.
Time for the numbers.
