It looks as if there is no effort needed to sound fabulous. They know the notes by heart, the harmonies blend like a smoothie. They don't even need to look at each other or a conductor to keep the tempo from drifting. 

But what is not recorded on a wide angle lens is the hundreds of hours that went into practicing, retakes, and pounding out notes. We are not privy to any arguments about who takes the lead on a given line.  Yet there is no doubt that is how they got from five millennials jamming over pizza to a class act on a mountain with a viral audience the size of Portugal. 

John and I are a duet. Sometimes he takes the lead, like last weekend when we were wrestling with whether to hustle our son to the ER for an earache. He is better in emergencies. I grabbed the reins when we were the music team for church on Sunday, picking songs and announcing them. Over time we have learned how to take turns leading, and to respect the other while they are doing it. 

Maybe one day it will look as effortless as those twenty somethings singing their hearts out.