We got the overtone. When that happens, he beams at us. I think he must feel it the way I do, that suddenly the heavens of music open up and light pours down the tones, shimmering.
The rest of the rehearsal was sheer brutal work. More modern stuff. He keeps saying we'll like it in the end, but several of us don't think so. I'm one of those who doesn't think so. I especially don't think something that requires me to race up a sixteenth-note staircase to a note that is at the very top of my range is ever going to make me happy. OTOH, it's a learning experience, even if what I learn is "I hope we don't sing that one very often." By the end of the evening, I was hitting the high note...but at the 9 am service on a Sunday morning???