New York, NY.

Roxy, the guitar was now belonged to Evan. Wizard made Arthur gave it to him. He didn't want to take Roxy away from Arthur, but Wizard insisted. Wizard also gave Arthur's spot at the Washington Square Park to him. Arthur was very upset about it. But Wizard asked him to give Arthur sometime alone.

"You gotta love music. More than food, more than life, more than yourself." Wizard said. Evan did nothing but smiled. "You feel it?"

"Yeah."

"Then, show me. Play it for your parents."

His first performance at the park was brilliant. Everybody surrounded him, clapping and giving him money. He made around 75 dollars. He received a lot of note.

Wizard was so proud. He was proud to have a kid who can make him a lot of money more than anybody could. Wizard also knew that Evan played music just to find his parents. But Wizard was not ready to let him go.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Evan didn't respond. He just stared at Wizard. "You're supposed to say: What are you thinking, Wizard?"

"What are you thinking, Wizard?" Evan asked, mimicking Wizard's voice.

"I'll teach you everything I know, for free. You get Roxanne. You get my corner at the Park. You get to keep half your tips. We're like a team."

"Yeah."

"There's something wrong with that picture."

"What?"

"I don't think performing in parks and street corners is going to be enough." Not for me, kid.

"It won't?

"Evan, we're gonna need to get you a new name. Something with a little more pop."

"Why?"

"Because, if the police found out your real name, they'll send you back to the orphanage and you won't be able to find your parents anymore."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Alright, what do you want to be in the world? In the whole world. What do you want to be? Close your eyes and think about it."

Evan did as told. He closed his eyes and began to think. It's easy. Found. I want to be found by my parents. And I want to live with them, be with them, hug them and everything. "Found."

Wizard stared at him. Found? Well, sorry kid, I'm not gonna let anybody find you. "Doesn't have enough yin. Need a little more yang, you know. Yeah, let see…"

Then there was a van that passed in front of them that had an advertisement stated:

August Rush to the Beach.

Get Ready for Next Summer Heat Wave.

"Talk about wishful thinking." Wizard said.

"What?"

"See that." Wizard pointed at the van. "Wow, what name stands out to you on that?"

Evan was confused. What name? "Beach?"

"It's a good name for a band, but not for a performer. You can't say, "Please welcome, Beach! No, August Rush! August Rush! Doesn't it warm you up a little bit?"

Evan laughed. August Rush is my new name? I never heard of anyone with that name before. It's a really weird name.

"I can see it: Wizard's Production Presents, the number one heat wave, August Rush!" Wizard screamed his name.

Evan actually felt the excitement. "Wow! It's me! Yeah! August! August!" he started chanting. Yes! My name is now, August!

"It gives me a rush! That gives me chills!"

"Yeah?"

"The hair on the back of my neck is standing up! Look at that." Evan started to stand with his toes and suddenly Wizard lift him up onto his back. "Whoa, quick! Check it out! Yeah!"

"I'm flying! I'm flying!"

"Yeah, August! August Rush! August Rush! August Rush! That's you!"

"Yeah!"

San Francisco, CA.

When Louis came back from Nick's house, he immediately searched for his guitar. He found it under his bed. The guitar case was very dusty for it hasn't been used for a long time. Inside of the guitar case, there was his old guitar and a lot of pictures of him and the band.

He forced himself to play the guitar but stopped only after a second. He picked up the guitar and put it in his lap. He remembered the first time he played a guitar. His brother was shocked. He played so well. That's when Marshall asked him to join the band and offered him to be the lead singer.

His heart suddenly stopped beating when he saw and old picture of him and Lyla when they were sleeping together. He took the picture and stare at Lyla's face for a long time. I miss you, Lyla. Even though we were only together for one night, I can't forget you. I'm not even mad at you for leaving me. I'm just sad. Really sad. But it doesn't matter. I'll find you. I was really stupid when I gave up on you. I need an answer, Lyla. Please let me see you.

"I'll find you, even if I have to travel the world."

New York, NY.

It was raining heavily in New York. As soon as she arrived in the airport she took a cab and headed straight to Washington Square Park. She searched for Louis for hours in the rain but failed. Of course he's not here! You are so stupid, Lyla! It has been eleven years. Do you actually think that he's still waiting for you? He's probably married by now and has other children. He even has no clue that he has a son with me! And our son is alive! Why me? God, why me?

She didn't know what to do. She needed to talk to someone, so she ran to a public phone and called Lizzie. "Lizzie…"

"Lyla? Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"

"No…everything is not okay."

"What happened?"

"Lizzie…he's alive! He's alive!"

"Who? Lyla, calm down, okay. Where are you?"

"I'm in New York."

"New York, Lyla? What are you doing in New York?

"Lizzie…I mean, I've always felt that he was alive. I see kids that would be his age and I…I imagine what he'd look like." He must have Louis beautiful eyes and his gorgeous smile. "Big blue eyes like his dad and…"

"Oh my God! Lyla!"

"Lizzie, I used to lie in bed at night, and I swear…I could hear him! I swear I could hear him!"

"Lyla! Calm down!"

"Calm down? How can I be calm?" She wants her to be calm? After all these years…she wants her to be calm? "How can I be calm? I've been calm for over ten years! And look where it's gotten me!"

"Lyla…you're loosing it."

Well, it's about time. "You're right! And it's about time."

"Don't do anything crazy okay sweetie."

Crazy? After everything I've been through she thinks I'm crazy? Lizzie…my son is alive! My father lied to me for eleven years!

"We're on our honeymoon, but we're leaving. We'll get there as soon as we can, okay."

It was useless. There was no point talking to Lizzie. What do Lizzie knows about children? She doesn't know what it feels being lied to her father for eleven years. She doesn't know what it feels to lose a child. She's on her honeymoon. And you're just ruining it for her with your problems!

Lyla didn't know what to do. She stood in the public phone for hours thinking what she must do. "This is all my fault! If I didn't followed dad that morning, none of this would happen! I would've meet Louis, and we would've been happy together. All three of us. And now…"

Suddenly a thought came to her. "Child Department! They will help me find him!" Why hadn't she thought about it before?

"Okay, Jack. He's worth three times what you are offering him, alright!" Wizard tried to make a deal with Jack. Jack was the owner of a café. Wizard wanted Evan to play guitar here. Jack wasn't the first person whom Wizard searched to get a deal. A lot of person rejected him because Wizard asked for a lot of money and he was only Evan's guardian. They wanted parents' approval. Since Evan didn't found his parents yet, he'll always be rejected.

"You heard him in the park!"

"Wallace, you're pain in the ass! Two-fifty, if he can play for two hours straight."

"No! Five, or he walks!"

"Five hundred?"

"I'll give him…two-fifty if he can…"

"Five hundred or he walks alright!"

"He walks?"

"We have lightning in a bottle, Jack!" Wizard was obsessed about getting a deal and he'll get angry every time they got rejected. He wasn't used to hear people fighting like this. He was scared. Wizard was constantly yelling and yelling. Sometimes he even bit him up. Evan quickly left the café, and headed to the park. It was the only place that can calm him down.

"May I help you?" a woman asked.

"I'm trying to find my son."

"Hold on a second," she said to the telephone. "Name?" she asked Lyla.

Name? His name? I… "I don't know."

The woman looked at her, confused, and then she leaded her to another woman. She asked her a few questions and after awhile, she gave Lyla a piece of paper. It was her son's adoption paper. She read the top of the paper first.

Name of child-first (given): BABY

Middle: -

Last: NOVACEK

Sex: Male

Single birth, twin, etc: Single

Date of birth: Dec. 17, 1995

Place of birth: New York Children Hospital

Street address: 461 7th Avenue

Name of father-first: NA

Middle: NA

Last: NA

Birth date: -

Name of mother-first: LYLA

Middle: ANNE

Last: NOVACEK

Birth date: June 19, 1977

Then, she read the painful part. It was about the adoption and finally, she saw her forged signature, signed by her own father. Tears came running to her face again. She just couldn't hide her feelings anymore. "Can you help me find him?"

"Of course. First, you have to fill up some forms and then wait. It could take around six month."

"Six month? I don't have six month for forms."

"Well then, I'm sorry ma'am. I cannot help you."

"But…I need to find him."

"I'm sorry ma'am. We're closing."

"Please…I just…I just want to know his name."

"To even consider re-establishing contact with the child, there's a detailed process…"

"I don't care about your process! Okay?" Lyla couldn't take it anymore. She had lost her patience. Waited another six month was just a waste of time! And she didn't need to hear about their process. She just wanted her son back. That's all!

Everyone in the room looked at her with wide eyes. She looked around the room feeling really ashamed. They must've thought that I'm a mother who left my son alone and suddenly want him back! Oh God, help me!

"Ma'am, we're closed. Come back tomorrow."