SHE Must Be Obeyed

My name is Siyanbola.

I'm the queen.

A go-getter.

I set the pace.

I am the number one

female artiste in the music industry.

I'm here to rule forever.

And nothing can stop me.

Because I am She.

Make some noise for She!

Madam has risen like a rainbow.

She's risen!

Pick them up!

Okay, chilling backstage tonight.

Nice one!

Team She!

Trust me, we're picking up all the awards tonight.

Artiste of the Year, no other.

That's my sister, She.

Nice one!

Hello?

- Hi. - She's brother, right?

Yes, and her manager.

- Oh, my God! -

I've always wanted to meet her.

For real? Why not? You can, you can meet her.

Come, come, come, come, let's take a picture.

Nice one... for the road.

- NUMA! - Bayo?

- Pow! - Bayo!

What is it?

What in heaven's name are you doing?

You're meant to be standing here in the capacity of a P.A.,

not taking pictures!

Have you lost your senses?

Sisqo, what is your problem now?

Here, hold this. I need to go use the loo.

Ah! Madam wants to kill them!

Madam changed!

Seriously?

Rubbish.

I hate her.

What?

That is a strong word.

- You need to be careful. - Careful of who?

This fake girl that keeps spreading rumors and discord

- in the industry? - These are all rumors.

- Mm. - You need to calm down.

If someone hears you, they might think you're jealous

- of her. - Me jealous?

Of who?

Oh, please, she doesn't even have my streaming numbers.

Calm down, calm down.

Oh, please.

She can go on and take backseat for all I care.

This is totally disgusting.

Please.

Save me.

Numa Awards supported by...

Boss? Hey, boss?

Please.

Did Baba Risi order two bottles?

- No, it was one bottle. I heard. - Are you sure?

Can't you see?

Why did you hit me?

Wait, aunty.

Didn't you just push us now?

Who is your aunty?

I'm sorry, mama.

- Hey. - Mama?

My friend.

- Get my usual. - Wait.

This woman is drunk.

What is she doing at the bar?

Don't you know Mama Cruise?

Mama Cruise is my number one customer.

- Dude, you're bad. - What are you still doing there?

Go get my regular.

Dude, I'm coming.

Ha! It's still the Nigerian Ultra

Music Awards and we're about to amp up the arena...

Call my favorite.

Brace yourselves for a show-stopping,

electrifying performance from the one and only, ageless...

I know who they're going to call.

Quickly!

...dangerously, deliciously sexy,

the captivating, enchanting,

scintillating T-I-T-O.

- Tito! - Tito!

Don't turn your back.

Face me!

I'm your fan.

I'm your fan, Tito!

Come on, come on.

Ah-ah! Tito!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Ladies and gentlemen,

let me welcome this pretty lady tonight.

The queen of the night.

Ah! You're too much.

- Hi! -

- - How are you, Humble?

- You look good tonight. - Wow!

The one and only fabulous She.

- - Thank you!

She even has the audacity to wear the same color as I.

Low-budget Beyoncé.

X-Cite, stop it.

- -

Wow, I love Tito.

This is my best part of the song.

Girl, I love you!

- Love you! -

Liar!

Fake girl. Oops.

I said that loud.

What?

What's that for?

Did I call anybody's name?

Love you!

- And where is Sisqo? - Hmm?

Still in the toilet.

- Ah! - I love you so, so much!

I love you, too! I love you, too.

Yeah!

Bro, I'm having fun, trust me.

- Bro. - Hey! Wow.

You're doing well.

No, I'm good, I'm good.