The music started playing when Lyla slide the bow across her four strings making rich, mellow sounds. She played Edward Elgar Cello Concerto in E minor, Op 85 with Adagio-Moderato tempo. She played with all her heart.

She felt a rush in her emotions as if she was hit by large waves over and over again. As if the music had consumed her, flew her away with the sound that seeped into everybody's ears.

He stared at the crowd, feeling grateful because there were people here to see the band. After all these years, they're still here. As the music started playing, Louis used all his courage to sing.

So long you've been running in circles around,

What's at stake?

But now the time's come for your feet,

To stand still in one place…

He remembered all the times when he circled around the central fountain. Thinking what might have been if Lyla never left. He looked at his brother who was smiling at him proudly.

He was glad his brother and him had reconciled. He was never better of without Marshall. He can be so painful, but he was still his brother. If only Marshall knew what it was like to be in love with someone.

Something inside you is crying and driving you on,

Cause if you haven't found me, I would've found you,

I would've found you…

Evan was in a subway with Wizard and Arthur. Wizard was sitting on a bench counting all the money he had earned. Arthur was sitting beside Wizard staring at his guitar. Evan refused to sit with them. He would rather stand up alone like a stump than sitting beside the people who wanted to ruin his life.

Exactly! Wizard wants to ruin my life. He's selfish, self-centered and only needs me for his own good. He didn't even care about me. The only thing he cares about is money.

Well, he can have the money. But he can't have me.

"I have to go now," he said at last. He dropped Roxy near the bench. "I'm not coming back this time."

Before Wizard started to speak, Arthur cut him off.

"He's just kidding, Wizard," he smiled at Evan. "Me and August have an understanding, don't we?"

Evan said nothing and gave Arthur a blank expression.

"Oh, Aug. You can't leave me, man!"

"Yes, I can." He felt as if he was in the orphanage again. Trying to convince the other kids that he can hear the music.

Wizard nodded his head slowly. "Cause you have to find your parents, right?"

"My concert's starting," he said firmly. He could hear the music playing in Central Park. The sound was very mild, but he could still hear them.

"Well, all my money is on the fact; your folks won't be able to find you," he said offensively.

"You know why? Because they can't hear you," he gave Evan a mean laugh and said, "They're probably dead. You're not going anywhere."

No! They can hear me and they're not dead! If I can run away from the cops, I can certainly run away from you.

He ran as fast as he can towards the exit door only to find a dead end. It was locked. He stopped and turned around to face Wizard, his feet still moving backwards thinking what he should do now.

"Nowhere to go, son!"

You are not my father! He wanted to scream but he stopped when he saw Arthur pick up his guitar and smashed it onto Wizard's back as hard as he could. Wizard fell down the ground, but so did Arthur. He was stunned, didn't know what to do.

"Run, August! Run, boy!" Arthur yelled at him. "Run, August! Run!"

Evan quickly ran behind the subway's stairs. He just kept on running unaware of where he was. The next thing he knew he was in a dark place. The sound of the train was so loud to his ears, making him felt more scared than he already is.

It was your first taste of love,

Living upon what you had,

It's the first thing you say as you open your eyes,

The last thing you say as you're saying goodbye,

Something inside you is crying and driving you on…

Louis kept on singing. Every word he sang meant the whole world to him. He thought if he could sing more loudly, somehow, somewhere, someone was going to hear him. So, he reached his highest note and sang;

I would've found you!

I would've found you!

I would've found you!

Lyla stopped playing suddenly. She was startled. She could hear something. As if someone was calling out to her. She didn't know who, but she could hear it. The word I would've found you seeped into her ears.

Thankfully, The New York Philharmonic was covering her sudden halt. No one seemed to notice it. She quickly got back to reality. It was time for her solo performance. She followed the conductor and played with The New York Philharmonic before they let her played solo.

This part was more emotional for her. The emotion of the music was so sad, she could relate to it completely. Hear me. Hear me. Hear me.

Evan was once again alone and scared, but this time far more frightening. He was in the underground and only accompanied by the haunting voice of Wizard calling out his name. His blue eyes were wet with tears.

He closed his eyes to let the tears fell down to his cheek. The sound of the train that was passing by made him want to scream in the top of his lung. But he couldn't, for if he did, Wizard would know where he was.

No matter how afraid he was, the last thing he wanted was letting Wizard found out where he was. Tears were streaming down his face and it wouldn't stop. Evan tried to calm himself down. He knew, nothing would work if he was emotionally distracted. He closed his eyes and started listening.

He listened to the music he believed in. Wizard's voice was fading slowly, so did the sound of the train. The next thing he heard was…cello. Someone was playing cello. He recognized the sound, he would remember it anywhere.

Then he heard voices. Voices that flew along with the sound of the cello in the air.

"Hear me." The voice said.

Evan looked up and smiled. They're calling out to me. They're not dead. I can hear them. And they can hear me. If I play.

He had to get out from there. But how? Follow the music. His feet started walking faster and faster, closer and closer to the sound. Central Park, that's it! He had to get to Central Park. That was the only place where his parents could hear him.

Lyla received thousands of claps. When her solo performance ended, she stood up again. Spotlight shined her face once again when she nodded her head as a sign of gratitude.

She looked down the crowd searching for her son.

They're not here. They didn't hear me. Filled with disappointment, she climbed down the stage and decided she should be headed home.

Home.

After running away from Wizard, Arthur headed straight to Central Park. He cared about Wizard. He really did. But he knew it now; Wizard never really cared about anything but himself and his money. August showed him that. Where is he? I hope he made it.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," The Dean said.

After the applause stopped, she said, "Music has always fascinated us, in the way that it communicates," she smiled.

"Without words, without pictures. And that leads us to our final performance."