"Arthur," Wizard called him after he collected his 'pockets'. "Any sign of August?"

Arthur shook his head. "No."

Wizard gave him a disappointed look. He looked tired and wasn't feeling very good since the 'cops incident'. "Arthur, you gotta find him alright?"

"Wizard, I can't find him anywhere."

"He must be somewhere! What about Washington Square? Did you check him there?"

Yes, I did. Every single day. "I did. He's not there," Arthur gave him a sympathetic look. "Why don't you just forget about him, already?"

"Forget? Look, kid, I can't forget about him, alright!" Wizard slowed down his voice after realizing he had shouted at Arthur. "Arthur, you gotta help me out. I need him. He's the only one who's gonna make me feel better."

That had hit Arthur to the core. It's always him. Everything has to be about him. He got Roxy, he got Washington Square. What about me? Didn't I mean anything to you? "Don't worry, Wizard. Everything's gonna be alright, alright."

"Arthur," he looked directly in the boy's eyes. "Find him."

"Hey, Louie!" Marshall called his brother.

"Glad, you guys could make it." Louis hugged his brother and the rest of the band.

"Anytime, Lou." Nick said.

"So, should we get in there?" Steve pointed at the Irving Plaza.

"Yeah, Frank's in there." Louis helped the band unloaded their instruments.

"Louis," Marshall started. "Are you sure, you ready for this?" His sarcasm plus worried tone were obvious.

"Are you?" Louis shot back with the same tone.

Marshall put down his guitar and headed to Louis. "Louie, what wake you up? It's her, isn't it?"

He looked down. "In some point, yeah. But, I just…I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"What I mean is…I just realize that this is who I am." Louis nodded his head. "This is definitely who I am."

"So, you're saying that the-suit up-business class-Louis Connelly is not who you are?"

"No. I mean, yes. Yes, that's not who I am." He gave his brother a chuckle. "But, the singer-songwriter-music-lover-jeans with holes-Louis Connelly is who I really am."

"Oh, don't forget the leather jacket," he added.

"I wont." He smiled.

"It's really great to have you back, man." Marshall hugged his brother again. "Louis," he gave him his apologetic smile. "Sorry it didn't work out between you and the girl."

"How'd you find out?"

"Louie, I'm your brother, alright." He picked up his guitar and said, "I know."

August's Rhapsody in C-Major had been printed out to The New York Philharmonic performers. The last few weeks had been very busy for Evan. He was busy arranging his orchestra. He showed the performers how he would like his music to be played, who will play it and when to play it.

He needed everything to be perfect. This was the moment he was waiting for. This would lead his parents back to him. He didn't want to miss it for the world.

Professor Sullivan was very generous by teaching him in how to conduct an orchestra. He told him that a conductor uses hand motions or a baton which is a small stick to give the orchestra the tempo or speed of the music. It was kind of hard at the beginning, but Evan was lucky he was a quick learner.

"How did you do it?" The Dean asked him. "How does the music, come to you?"

"I just hear it. Sometimes I wake up and it's there…or I hear it when I'm walking down the street," there was a silence and he smiled. "It's like someone's calling out to me. Writing it all down is like…I'm calling back to them."

The Dean frown. "Who?"

"The ones who gave me the music."

Arthur was searching for August again. He was starting to feel like searching for Aug was going to enter his daily routine. Arthur knew that he was jealous of August. He was so talented and could make Wizard happy. Like no one else could. Then, he saw a banner that read:

NEW YORK PHILHARMONIC PRESENTS

New York Philharmonic's Legends and New Comers

Introducing composer August Rush

Conducting August Rhapsody in C Major

Guest cellist: Lyla Novacek

Pianist: Lionel Wigram

Arthur knew what he had to do. Gotcha! I gotta go find Wizard!

The New York Philharmonic was rehearsing as Evan move the baton with his right hand just as Professor Sullivan taught him to. The music began playing following the tempo of his hand. He felt really nervous. The concert was going to take place tomorrow night. This meant that he had approximately a day and 3 more hours to go until he finally meet his parents. They'll hear me. I know the will.

Professor Sullivan gave him a big proud smile. August was his best student. And he's not even twelve years old yet. Evan returned his smile but it began to fade quickly as he saw a figure standing on an empty stage. The figure was wearing a black suit. His baton fell to the ground when he realized who the tall figure was.

"Bravo, August!" Wizard gave him a big applause. "Good one!"

All eyes in the room gazed at Wizard but, it didn't even bother him at all. He kept walking toward August as if there were only two of them in the room. "August! Boy, you're a hard guy to find," Wizard kept on walking. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Excuse me," Professor Sullivan interrupted in a serious voice. "You're interrupting a rehearsal here and…"

"A rehearsal, right."

"And you are?"

Wizard looked at Evan and answered the question. "Come here to me, son."

Professor Sullivan was frowning. This is his father? I doubt it.

August hesitated but he walked slowly toward Wizard. What is he doing here? I don't want to go back with him. I need to find my parents.

Wizard gave him a warm big hug. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing."

"This people could steal your sole." Wizard whispered.

"Sir, whoever you are, you don't have the right!" said Professor Sullivan.

Wizard released Evan from his grip and shouted, "I'm his father, alright. I have every right!"

What? No, you're not. Evan was confused. What was wrong with Wizard? Why was he lying? He looked around and felt embarrassed. Everyone was frowning and looking at them.

"I'll take you home now. Come on," Wizard put his right hand on Evan's shoulder and led him out of the room. But, he couldn't do that because Evan stopped his feet from moving.

"But I have a concert," he looked at Professor Sullivan with sad eyes. Almost pleading. "I like it here."

"He's a remarkable boy, Mr. Rush."

"You don't think I know that?" Wizard shouted at Professor Sullivan again. Evan felt like crying again. Wizard was always shouting. And it scared him.

"What'd you do, you just snatched him up off the street? That gives you the right?"

"Wait a moment," Professor Sullivan said in a calming voice. "We've been teaching him here."

"What are you gonna do? Fill his head with classical theory and rules?" Wizard looked at the professor ridiculously. "You can't learn music from books!" he pointed his hand toward the door. "It's out there!"

"You, teach him? No! He teaches you! You learn from him!"

"We are, I assure you, Mr. Rush. Everyday."

Wizard reached Evan's hand and tried to pull him out of the room. "You should be home with family."

But, Evan was quicker and pulled his hand back. He would not go anywhere with Wizard. He would struggle if he should.

"Mr. Rush, please! Do you have any idea of the importance of the concert tomorrow night for August?" Professor Sullivan looked at August pleadingly. "August. Wait, listen. You gotta tell me right now, is this man really your father?"

No, he's not. He is definitely not my father. But the words never really come out from his mouth. It won't come out because Wizard threatened him.

"I know your real name, Evan." Wizard whispered. "Evan."

"August, is this man really your father?"

Never! Evan nodded and looked at Wizard angrily. His piercing big blue eyes were sharp and strong. "He taught me everything I know."

Wizard smiled pleasingly. Guess you're still afraid, kid. Poor, Evan. I know all your dirty little secrets. He put his hands on Evan's shoulder and both of them walked out of the room.

Wizard, how could you! His hopes were gone. There was no way he'll ever find his parents now. He walked out of the room with tears flowing out of his eyes.

Mom! Dad! Help me!