Musician humor.

Ward choir practice today.

The director wants the final chord to change from minor to major.  You know, a happy ending on an otherwise sad sounding song.

ANYWHO.

I confidently throw out, "That's called a Piccadilly 3rd.  Resolving a minor song in a major key."

Immediate responses:  "Of course you are a brilliant musician and would know that!"  "Wow we got a music genius back here!"

I maybe gloated a little.  Pretty sure no one else even knew that. 

A tap on my shoulder.  New girl on my right, whispers:  "I always thought it was called a Picardy 3rd."

Yup.  Picardy suddenly sounded much more familiar. 

Picardy, Piccadilly. Whatever.  It's all in how confidently you say it.  But new girl, let's just keep that to ourselves.  I gotta keep all the respect I can get.  (Which ain't much.  My brain is a little fried.)