It was but a touch. A brush, really. And yet, it was everything.

As the organ duo performed at a session of General Conference earlier today, they suddenly found themselves in unfamiliar territory. Until that fateful moment, their job had been simple: play the organ. Caress that console and create the sweet melodies that would be heard by millions around the world. They were good at their job.

But nothing could have prepared them for the subtle, sensitive moment when their hands briefly strayed from the keys—and found each other.

It was a minor setback. The average viewer never would have noticed. But a trained journalist always notices. That instant that their hands connected, a dormant spark hidden within each of them suddenly erupted into a wildfire.

“Oh, I-” Organist #1 began to say with his eyes.

“Oops! Haha, sorry—I didn’t see your hand there,” Organist #2 responded similarly, mentally tucking his hair behind his ear.

“I never realized,” Organist #1 conveyed to Organist #2. “I feel ashamed. But somehow, for the first time in my life, I feel as though I’m truly feeling anything at all.”

“Is that you talking, Organist #1?” Organist #2 responded silently. “Or are you simply overcome by the power of the music emanating from our very fingertips?”

“Listen to the glorious sound we can produce when we work as one, Organist #2. Don’t say we can’t do so much more together.”

“Of course I think that. But it’s not that simple,” Organist #2 implied by twitching his eyebrow.

“Is playing the organ simple, Organist #2? An instrument so intricate it requires eight limbs yet one beating heart to harness its power—and for better or for worse, we’ve done that.”

“I suppose you’re right. You have bewitched me, body and soul.”

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

“Why don’t you?” Organist #2 conveyed, clearly conflicted, based on the slight movement in the corner of his mouth.

“You’re like my own, personal brand of caffeine.”

“What would you have us do about it?” Organist #2 noticeably flexed his hand as he turned away and the next note of the song approached.

“I’ve shared this bench with you. I’ve shared these hundreds of notes, these countless songs, and these life-changing experiences with you. And now, I want to share my life with you.”

“Would you just take a break from tickling those ivories and start tickling my