"We are back. We are back." Arthur said to Evan. They were at the Square. His former spot before he went to Juilliard and lived with Hope in Harlem. Guilt started to rise as he looked at Evan's sad face. "Don't make it hard for yourself, Aug. Wizard's not so bad."

Evan looked at Wizard who was negotiating on the payphone not far away from them.

"He said to me that you're the only one who's gonna make him feel better." Arthur said trying to comfort him. "Competition," he pointed to another street kid musician. "Alright, you do what you do." Arthur gave him a smile and left.

I don't want to be here! I have a concert tonight! That's my concert! Mine! And Wizard took that away from me. They'll never here me now.

Louis came to the park for the last time before his concert tonight. He sat by the arch, the place that brought so many memories to him. Memories of Lyla. He decided not to give up his life for her anymore, but that couldn't stop him from loving her. Even when he knew that Lyla might be out there in this world somewhere with her husband, and it killed him to death, he still cherished her in his heart.

She was the reason for many things in his life, and he thanked her for that. If it wasn't for her, Louis Connelly would never know what it was like being in love. If it wasn't for her, he would never know that music was an important part of his life and that he should've never given up on it.

Then, something caught his hearings. There was a boy, not far away from him. He was playing his guitar. More like slapping his guitar. The boy was angry and sad. But, mostly sad. The sound of the guitar was pulling Louis closer and closer to the source. The boy didn't seem to notice Louis' presence. He was so focused on his guitar. Even when he was angry and sad, he still could play it so beautifully.

Louis dropped every single coin that he had into the boy's guitar case. That had caught his attention to Louis. "Great sounds, kid. Gibson J 200?"

Evan nodded at the man confusedly.

"It's beautiful. Can I see her?"

Evan didn't know what to do. Should he give Roxy to him? Wizard had warned him not to talk to strangers. Especially when that stranger had a weird accent. But he seemed like a nice-weird-accent-stranger.

Louis knew that facial expression. He used to use it a lot every time he was scared. "Hey, it's okay. I'm a musician too."

Evan decided that he would exchange their guitar for awhile. He heard the man said, "Oh, yeah." Obviously he was amazed by Roxy. But, he had a beautiful guitar too. His was black, with stars pattern.

Louis started examined the boy's guitar. "Nice action."

"You pretty good."

"Thanks," he looked at the boy then his guitar and said, "See what you can do with mine."

First, Evan repeated the note the man played with his own style. Then, it turned into a beautiful piece of art. For a moment, he had given up hope on finding his parents. But when he played the guitar he felt like he could do anything. He felt as if the song helped him through his difficult time and helped him to break free from Wizard. He felt happy.

Louis noticed it. It was a relief when the boy smiled. When he first noticed the boy, he thought, what has fate done to this kid? He looked like all of his hopes had lost and he has given up on everything that he believed in. Louis understood that more than anything. He was glad he can cheer him up. "How long have you been playing?" he still was amazed by the boy's talent.

"Six months," he said simply.

"Six months? How did you learn to play like that, in six months?"

"Juilliard."

Juilliard? Are you kidding me? "Juilliard?"

"Yes, sir. I have my own concert tonight."

Louis was shocked with disbelief. He's talented. He studies in Juilliard. And he has a concert. Tonight. "Do you reckon I should believe you?"

"Yeah," Evan looked down before he added, "But I can't go."

Louis noticed the sad expression coming back to the boy's face. "Why is that?"

Evan looked at Wizard. Why is that? Well, I wanted to find my parents. But Wizard wouldn't let me. I know they're alive and maybe they are out there somewhere, looking for me. I've waited my whole life for them to come to me. But they didn't. So, I decided I should be the one to look for them. But now, I can't. Not anymore.

Of course, he couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't believe him anyway. No one would. Except for his parents, maybe. "It's kind of a long story."

"Well, if I went to Juilliard and I have a concert tonight," he looked at Evan's face. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yeah." He agreed. Evan looked at Wizard, then back to Louis again. "But what if something bad would happen if you did it?"

He smiled. He stared at the boy for a moment and he swore he saw his reflection. As if he was a ten year old boy again, and he was looking at the mirror. "You never give up on your music, no matter what happens," his thoughts moved to Lyla. "Cause, anytime something bad happens to you, it's the one place you can escape to and just…let it go." I know that now. "I learned that the hard way," he spoke the truth. "And anyway, look at me…" he looked directly into the boy's eyes and said, "Nothing bad is gonna happen. Gotta have a little faith," he winked.

"But I'm scared."

"You know, when I was a kid, my Ma used to tell me that it's okay to be scared sometimes," he smiled thinking of the memory. "Cause it means that you still have things to live for."

Evan slapped his guitar and made a sound almost like saying, "Yes, sir."

That had made Louis' grin even wider. "I'm Louis," he gave his right hand and the boy shook it.

"Ev-" No. Not his real name. What if Louis sends him to the police? "August. August Rush."

"August Rush." He knew that name was fake. August's name must've start with 'Ev.' Maybe Evan. He decided not to push it. "Cool name."

"August!" Their hands broke away from each other when Wizard called him. Great! Wizard saw that.

Louis figured maybe the man was August's father. He had an odd looking face. If he was a ten year old boy, he would've been scared. "I gotta go, August." He took his guitar and gave August his guitar back. He looked at August, and he thought he saw Lyla's face. Her lips.

"Bye."

"Yeah," he whispered. "Bye." He said while he messed with August's hair. August seemed to like it. As Louis tried to walk away his feet wouldn't let him. His feet felt so heavy and his heart beat faster and faster.

He realized he didn't want to leave him alone. He wished he could take August with him or see him everyday. But he knew that it wouldn't be possible. August didn't belong to him. Even if he wished he did. How can he be so lovable? He stopped and looked at Evan for one last time.

"Bye." Evan didn't want Louis to go. Why does Wizard has to ruin our moment?

Louis gave him a chuckle. He knew August felt the same way as he did right now. Both didn't want to leave each other. Fate really has its own plan.

Louis kept on walking and walking away from August. He turned his head to look at August but decided not to. The longer he looked at him, the harder for him to walk away. I really hope I'll see you again, kid.

Evan wondered if his father was anything like Louis. A good listener, understanding and knew how to cheer him up. But he's never gonna know. Not if he didn't go to his own concert. What if they're there? Waiting for me? What if they can hear me? Or should I just give up? No.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Gotta have a little faith."