A/N: So this is just a test run of the introduction. I'm going crazy with all kinds of final exams and papers that are due in the next two days, but this has been my study break material… tell me what you think, constructive reviews are much appreciated! This version will most likely be edited and reposted at some point in time

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Introduction

Lyla's breath caught in her throat when she heard the final four chimes that concluded the symphony. She had only heard good things about the young musical prodigy, attending Julliard at the tender age of eleven and having his work featured following her appearance. She could remember tuning out Lizzie's voice when they were talking about him, realizing that her son was the same age as this boy and wondering whether he felt the music inside of him, the way she had when she was younger. It was softer in her soul now, dimmed by years of suppressing her creativity and her refusal to go on with her life without her son. But never could she have imagined that he was the eleven year old boy she'd been searching for, but she heard the symphony and it called to her in the way music used to call to her, almost a decade ago. It was young and fresh, yet sophisticated and clean, and the swells in the music perfectly translated the swells she felt in her heart whenever she thought about the son she had mourned for so long. And when she felt the warm body beside her slip a hand into hers, she thought her heart would burst; the moment couldn't have been more perfect.

The audience was wildly clapping and cheering for the young boy, who stood on the stage grinning broadly. He didn't seem to take notice of the thousands of people applauding; he only stared at Lyla, who held his gaze.

"That was beautiful." She nearly whispered. She was finding it difficult to find enough air in her lungs to speak any louder.

"The music kinda calls to you, don't it?" Louis said, looking first at Lyla, with an expression of disbelief that she was really standing beside him, and then to August. "He's a talented little boy, that one."

"He's our little boy." Lyla said, in a clear and resolute voice this time, tears building in her eyes.

Louis continued smiling for a moment, nodding his head, but his face dropped when Lyla's words registered in his head. "Our little boy?!" He turned to face Lyla, his voice cracking. "That child up there is ours?" His voice rose with disbelief.

"I couldn't find a way to contact you. Then there was an accident, and my father made me believe I lost him. He was in a foster home until he ran away. I've been searching for him for months." The entire time Lyla spoke, her eyes remained focused on August, who was greeted by Mr. Jeffries as he exited the stage. Mr. Jeffries caught Lyla's eyes and motioned for her to come backstage. She turned to Louis, tears already streaming down her face. She grabbed his other hand and her eyes pleaded with his. "My father believed that you would bolt if you found out about this child. Prove him wrong, Louis, and come with me." She begged him.

Perhaps he was just caught up in the moment, but Louis was sure he could still hear the crescendo of the symphony as he leaned forward and kissed Lyla with all of the passion that had built up and been set aside for twelve years. "He couldn't've been more wrong." Louis murmured, leaning his forehead against hers before giving her another kiss, this time a quick peck on the lips. "Let's meet our son." He grinned crookedly, astonished at the reality of the words that he had spoken. Lyla turned around and led him to the side of the stage where Mr. Jeffries stood waiting.

He stepped forward, wanting to speak with Lyla before he introduced her to her son. "Miss Novacek, you have no idea how happy I am that you have found your son. I figured everything out only a short time ago, and came over here as soon as I could. But, Evan, or August—he's been going by another name for nearly four months—well, he's pretty convinced that both his mother and father are…" Mr. Jeffries stopped speaking when he saw a man step forward whose shocking blue eyes matched Evan's perfectly. "Miss Novacek, you told me you couldn't find his father." He stated in an undertone, not wanting Louis to hear.

Lyla just smiled and laughed softly. "Two in one night, Mr. Jeffries, what are the chances of that?" Her eyes glittered with a happiness he had never seen from her. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to meet my son."

As if on cue, August burst forward, running from his group of friends from the church. "I knew you'd hear the music! I knew you'd follow it to me!" He yelled, exhilarated, and ran to envelope himself around Lyla's waist. Louis chuckled and Lyla crouched down to give him a proper hug. "I wrote my symphony for you, so you could hear the music you gave to me, and find me! I always knew you wanted to find me; everybody thought I was crazy, but you believe me, right? I always knew you wanted to find me!" He was so excited he could hardly get the words out fast enough.

"Evan!" Mr. Jeffries interrupted. "This is your mother and father, Lyla Novacek and…"

"Louis Connelly." Louis finished his sentence. "We already met this afternoon. I'm glad to see you made it to your concert."