Reverend James was sure that August was kidnapped. He had never spoken anything about his father. He was also sure that the man who acknowledged himself as August's father was a conman. To him, August was kidnapped and that's final. Regardless of whatever people had told him, he didn't believe it.

He had filed a report to the police about August being kidnapped right after he get a phone call from Juilliard saying that August's father had took him away. He stared at his desk phone for a long time hoping that the police would call him and told him that August was found.

The phone never rang. He was the one who kept on calling the police every time he could. Tonight was a big night in August's life, but he wasn't here. It must've been so hard for him.

Oh, that poor boy. God, help him. He's just a boy.

"Yes, I made him memorized our number. I understand," he said to the telephone.

"Your department is doing everything they can." He hung up the phone and went looking for Hope.

Hope had been devastated the minute she found out that August was missing. Just like Reverend James, she knew that there was no way August would just leave his concert like that. His kidnapper must've said something terrible that had made him agreed to come with him.

"Do you think anything bad happen to him?" Hope asked Reverend James as he walked towards her.

"I'm sure he's fine," he said in a soft voice. "I prayed for him. Did you?"

"Yeah," she said simply.

"Well, if his father loves him as he should," he pointed up to the sky.

"Then He would do what's best for his son." He looked at Hope convincingly.

"You believe that, don't you?"

"Yeah." She said again, but this time more energetic.

"Now, go get ready."

Hope immediately went to get ready for August's concert tonight. She was hoping that August was going to be fine and that he made it to his own concert.

He had to.

"Miss Novacek," the Dean of Juilliard greeted Lyla with a peck. "It's been a long time."

"Yes, too long. I guess," she smiled. "It's very good to see you again, Dean."

"Likewise. How are you? I haven't seen you in ages," she asked.

Lyla did nothing but smiled and said, "I'm fine. Thank you."

The Dean returned her smiled. She remembered about a decade ago, Lyla Novacek was an excellent student. Very skillful. Very talented. This reminded her of the extraordinary and full of mystery August Rush.

"You know, you reminded me of this concert's composer, August Rush," The Dean's eyes filled with amazement and disappointment at the same time.

"Very talented and sweet boy. But, such a shame…his father didn't realize it."

Lyla couldn't help but wonder, what happened? She never met August Rush but, she had a funny feeling that she wanted to meet him.

"What happened? I heard he's not going to perform tonight."

"Unfortunately not. Yesterday, his father came and took him away, just like that," she lowered her voice and said, "Some believes that the man was not even his real father."

"Oh, my God."

"Yes, very unfortunate. I hope he's alright," she looked at her watch and said, "Oh, dear. It's time. Good luck, Lyla."

"Thanks." I'm gonna need it.

Louis washed his face over and over again. Sigh. Just like old time. He stared in the mirror, looking at himself. The spark in his eyes was there again. If he played this one song, maybe he could be whole again.

"Louis," Nick called him. "You ready?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm ready."

"Come on, your brother is waiting." He gave Louis his grin.

"Is he piss?" Louis asked sarcastically.

"Not this time, baby bro!" Marshall came out of nowhere. He slapped softly at his brother's left cheek.

"Not this time," all three of them laugh.

"Come on," said Louis. "It's about time we get on that stage…again."

Wizard made him play on the streets at night again. They never talked about that incident in Juilliard. Evan just kept his mouth shut. He rarely spoke a word since he left with Wizard. He kept on playing Roxy and just stared into the distance.

I have to go. I have to go. I have to go. I need to go. I need to go. I need to go. Please, Wizard. Don't do this to me. It's my only chance.

His conversation with the Irish musician, Louis before, had brought his hopes back. Louis was right. He should never give up on his music, no matter what happens. But, how? Wizard was never going to let him go now.

And then, there's Arthur. Arthur seemed like he was on the same page as Wizard. But he knew that Arthur was a good person. Wizard had treated him quite badly just because he didn't make a lot of money. But, how do I make him realize that?

I have to go.

Please, let me go.

Everyone in the Child Department Services was already leaving for their home. The night was getting cold but Richard Jefferies was still working, trying to locate where Evan Taylor was.

Evan's case was a special one. His mother never really released him for adoption; instead her signature was forged by her own father, the infamous Thomas Novacek. Then, there was Evan's father who was nowhere to be found. Lyla had told him that they were separated by non-other than her father, and Evan's father had no idea of his own son existence.

Quite the family drama. This made Richard Jefferies far more dedicated on helping this poor family back together in each other's arm.

As Richard was working, he didn't notice a fax came. The report stated there was a boy who was an endangered runaway, August Rush, who wore the face of a boy named Evan Taylor. The paper then fell down the floor leaving it out of Richard's sight.

Central Park's Great Lawn was filled with thousands of people. The full moon illuminated the atmosphere that would soon be filled with beautiful harmony and melody.

"Welcome to our Concert in the Park," The Dean greeted the audience excitedly.

"And the Mercedes Drive Your Future Scholarship Celebration." She gave the audience a comfortable and warm short silence.

"Now, it is with enormous pleasure that I welcome back to the concert stage, one of Juilliard's own, Lyla Novacek!"

Lyla gracefully entered the stage with a cello. She stood up with great poise on the stage looking at thousands of faces in front of her who were clapping. The spotlight radiated her skin showing of her beautiful figure that was covered with a cream empire waistline dress.

Please, let them hear me.

Louis stood up onstage with his band, The Connelly Brothers remembering what he felt when he first came to New York City. He felt the same feeling. The feeling as if he was a nineteen-year old again, young and free. Free from anything in the world but still not enough. He was still not whole.

But, he was thankful that there were still his brother and his band mates with him. Always supporting and trying to be understanding of what he'd been through. He tried to convince himself, but he still had this feeling as if Lyla was waiting for him tonight.

He closed his eyes, exhaled all of his nervousness and opened them back.

Here we go again.