Just back from choir, where we're in the final stages of learning Rossini's Petite Messe Solonelle, which is wonderful but hard.
Our lovely conductor pulled us up at one point and sang (in his beautiful, resonant voice) the bit we'd just been singing, to show us how he wanted it. We then repeated it.
"That sounded like a different choir!" he said enthusiatically. We glowed. Then he murmured with a grin,"The one I'd rather be conducting..."