After their concert ended, Louis and his bandmates were heading to the airport. They decided to go back to San Francisco and settled things down. Spend more quality time with each other.

"Bring you back to the old days, eh, Louis?" Steve asked him.

He just smiled. Yeah, the good old days.

"How much longer to the airport?" Marshall asked the driver.

"Man, it's jammed up with traffics." The driver noted.

Louis looked out the window while watching New York City while he can.

Goodbye, New York.

Goodbye, Lyla.

Richard decided to go back home, after long hours searching for Evan Taylor. He threw his empty can onto the dustbin, but he missed. The can hit a desk and fell down the ground beside a piece of paper.

Richard's eyebrows met in a V. the paper had Evan's picture on it, making him even more curious. He picked up the paper and read it.

ENDANGERED RUNAWAY

AUGUST RUSH

D.O.B: Unknown

Age now: 12; 14 years

Missing: Feb. 9, 2006

Sex: Male

Height: 4' 9" (145 cm)

Weight: 86 Ibs (39 kg)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: L. Brown

Race: White

Missing From: August was last seen at the Harlem Mission Church, NYC. August was last seen in a company of an adult male. They still maybe in the local area.

"August Rush," Richard said in a confuse tone. "Evan Taylor?" Oh, no. "August was last seen in a company of an adult male," he repeated the words.

Then, a sudden realization hit him. "Maxwell Wallace! It has to be him."

"Wait," he recalled Lyla Novacek saying that she will be performing in a concert in Central Park. "August Rush's the composer!"

This meant that mother and son, who were separated at birth, were going to be at the same place. Tonight.

OH, MY GOD!

"Unfortunately," The Dean said carefully to the crowd. "Our last performer seems to have-"

"He's here! He's here! He's here!" Hope told the Dean excitedly.

The Dean smiled gratefully. "Oh, excellent!" she looked at the murmuring crowd. "Perhaps, there's no one else, who can better personify the mystery that is music, than our final composer."

The spotlight shined brightly on his face. He was clean, now. Wearing a suit that all conductors wear, when they were conducting their orchestra. Evan looked at the crowd. They were so excited, so hopeful to see and hear what this twelve-year-old can do.

After this, I will be with them. Forever and always.

This is for you, hear me.

He turned around to The New York Philharmonic. They were all organized. The strings were in front of him, followed by the harp on his left side, with brass, woodwinds and percussion at the back. Everything was set. The only thing he had to do was conduct the orchestra.

Richard Jefferies was on the backstage. He waited patiently for Evan's piece to end. He would take Evan away from this mess, and brought him back to his long-lost mother.

August Rhapsody interpreted the events in Evan's life. Starting from when he was alone in the orphanage, to the wild streets of New York, to Wizard's theater, to Juilliard. He put all of those elements and the emotions he felt into his rhapsody. That way, his parents would hear all of his adventures while finding them through music.

He started with the very first note he heard at the orphanage. C, F, G, C, A. The sound was slowly and hopefully. He waited a few seconds until his rhapsody finally started, with the movement of the baton, four beats in a bar. The sound of guitars filled the air followed with a crescendo by the cellos.

Lyla was walking home from Central Park when her feet stopped suddenly. She could hear something. A song she hadn't heard for over a decade ago. She was frowning, questioning herself. "What is that?"

The cellos were replaced by the guitars. The sound was getting louder and louder by the second. Even when it was a few meters away, Louis Connelly could still hear it.

"Hey," he asked the driver. "What's that?"

"Concerts in the park, every spring." The driver answered plainly.

Louis nodded his head. Concerts? Right.

The guitars were once again replaced by the cellos. It sounded like there was a competition between guitars and cellos over and over again. Lyla was still frowning. She had this strange feeling she hadn't felt a long time ago. Her confusion came when she heard this noise. The noise came from behind her, on the stage.

Louis was still not satisfied. What's with this concert? He looked out the car window, searching for anything about the concert. The car stopped moving, making it easier for him to search. Then, he saw a banner that had August Rush's named on it.

Of course! August, that kid from the park. His concert's tonight. While he was busy with his thoughts, his heart suddenly stopped beating. He saw Lyla's name.

Lyla. Lyla Novacek. His Lyla. I have to get out of here!

"Let me out," finally his voice came. At least, he thought that was his voice. It had to be his voice, because he's the one who said it in the first place. "Let me out! Let me out!" Louis opened the door as soon as the driver unlocked it. He slammed the car door shut and ran to the park as fast as he can.

"Louis! Louis!" Marshall got out of the car. "Where are you going?" he shouted. Oh, man! What's wrong now? He quickly got inside the car again and sat motionlessly.

"What's wrong with him?" Nick asked.

Marshall just stared out of the window, didn't know what exactly happened to his baby brother. Then it hit him. There's a banner out there and had Lyla Novacek's name on it. He pointed out of the window to the banner.

"Lyla," Steve said. "He's looking for Lyla."

"Oh, no. Not again." Nick said hopelessly.

Marshall closed his eyes and shook his head. Oh, Louie. Not again.

Louis was still running. The symphony was so full of energy making his feet run faster than usual.

I have to go there! She's there!

He knew Lyla was married. He knew that there was no way he and Lyla were going to be together. Because she's not his. But he needed answers. He needed the answers to his questions. He knew, that as long as he didn't get that, he's never gonna be in peace.

Oh, Lyla. Please be there! Please!