Evan Taylor's heart was beating faster and faster by the second. This part was going to be emotional. His piece was getting closer and closer to the end. It won't last forever, he knew that. But, he couldn't help but wondering, "What's gonna happen if they don't hear me?
He quickly shook it off. He didn't go this far to just quit on everything he believed in. Tonight was the night he had been dreaming of his whole life. He wasn't planning on missing this for the world.
Lyla walked slowly, pushing herself towards the stage. The amazingly loud sound had turned into a quiet, peaceful melody. Listening to the voice of a little girl singing made her wanted to cry even more.
But now was not the time. She needed to find out who that person on the stage was. The person who made her heart leapt up the sky just by hearing his piece. As she pushed herself forward, once again, she died.
She died because for a moment, her heart stopped beating when she saw a boy. A boy who was conducting the orchestra. A boy who was about the same age as her son.
Could it be…?
Louis was panting harshly. But, he didn't seem to be bothered by his exhaustion. He smiled astonishingly at the small figure onstage. A small figure who was conducting a symphony. August Rush. He searched for Lyla on the stage, but she was nowhere in sight.
He walked towards the stage pushing abruptly to anyone in his way. He needed to get closer to the stage if he wants to find Lyla. He kept on pushing and walking towards the stage.
Lyla, where are you? Please, let me see you.
Evan's smile was getting bigger and bigger that it hurt his cheeks. Hope and the church's choir were there at his concert. They were onstage, singing. They were singing to put more life to the music.
Hope was beaming at August. She was very glad that he made it to his own concert. She was glad that he was alright and that he was here conducting his symphony.
The quiet, peaceful melody was now getting gradually louder with the help of the choir. Lyla's feet were moving faster as the music was getting louder. She was almost close to the stage, now. Her heart won't stop beating so fast, for she was afraid of what she might not find.
Louis' feet stopped moving suddenly. After the little girl stopped singing, the symphony turned into Moondance. Moondance. How did August knew Moondance? Lyla. She must be close. But she wasn't onstage. She was not playing the cello.
Where could she be?
August is my son. August is my son. He's Evan. Evan's August. Lyla knew she was right. Even without seeing his face, she knew that was him. There were no any other reasonable explanations.
He was her son. Her long-lost son. If he wasn't her son, then how could he know Moondance? How could he know everything she heard?
Louis was shocked with disbelief. Moondance? He hadn't heard or sang Moondance for the past twelve years. The last time he heard Moondance was when he was singing to Lyla. On the rooftop at Washington Square. How did August know Moondance? Unless…
Could it be that August is mine? It's possible, right?
He looked up at the moon. Searching for an answer. The full moon was shining brightly, telling him to believe. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the music around him, listening to himself.
Evan was filled with excitement and hope. He looked up at the moon, knowing that he would find what he was looking for. He closed his eyes and prayed, "Let they find me. Let us find each other. Please…"
When Louis opened his eyes again, there were voices around him. The voice was much louder on his left ear, so he turned his gaze to the left to find out what it was.
She was there. Lyla. She was there.
About a few steps away from him, on the same line as he, she was there. Staring at August with tears filling her beautiful eyes. From that moment, he knew. Somehow, he knew.
Oh, God. Lyla was breathless. She wanted to burst out screaming Evan's name. But nothing came out of her voice. It was like something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't figure out why. She pushed herself forward and stopped when she was right in front of the stage.
When Lyla suddenly move forward, Louis wouldn't want to lose her again. After more than a decade dreaming for this moment, he won't waste it. He quickly followed her, not letting her out of his sight. This is it.
Louis reached out for Lyla's hand and held it gently, like he used to the first time he saw her. Over a decade ago. She looked down confusingly at their intertwined hand and slowly looked up to Louis' face.
He almost cried when she smiled at him, gratefully. As if all of her problems, all of her sorrow had vanished with one look at his eyes. He smiled back at her, eyes still not blinking. Hoping that this moment would last forever.
Oh, Louis. Louis! You're here. You're here. We're here. She held his hand back, tightening their hands' embrace. She just stared at his big blue eyes, knowing that their future would be bright now. Now that they're together, as a family. The only thing left was for her to look at their son, for the first time.
Evan opened his eyes. Somewhere inside him, he could feel them. They're here. Somehow, he knew. He just knew.
Lyla gave Louis a small laugh, remembering everything that had happened in their life. Almost unbelievable. After all this years, they were still hanging onto each other. Waiting for this one moment. And he just smiled, lovingly. Understanding what she was thinking.
Louis and Lyla turned their gaze towards Evan. His rhapsody was so close to its ending. It was almost time for him to turn around, facing the crowds where Lyla could finally see her son's face.
Evan's piece had ended. This was the moment of truth. The moment he had been waiting for all his life. The moment where he would be reunited with his parents forever. Okay, this is it.
Evan slowly, carefully turned around, facing the crowd. He looked down, and saw a beautiful woman in front of him. The minute he locked his gazed at her, she smiled gratefully. Tears running down her face. He knew how she must've felt. Because he felt it too. This is her. The woman who gave birth to me. This is my mother. She's my mom. My mother.
He looked at the person beside his mother. There was a man, who was looking at him proudly. He knew the man's face. He would've recognized it anywhere.
It's Louis. Louis, that guy in the park. The one who gave him his hopes back. His faith. The one who told him to never give up on his music. He's my father. Louis. Louis is my father.
Lyla was speechless. Finally, she saw him with her own eyes. She was right. August's her son. He's Evan. Evan's August. The composer, conductor who believed in music. And because of his beliefs, he was able to bring them back together.
Louis didn't know what to say. He just stood there, hand by hand with Lyla. Eyes won't leave from the sight of his son. His son. He admitted that he was afraid, afraid that this was all just a dream. Afraid that he would wake up and everything was gone. But this was real, now. He's not going anywhere. Not without them.
Evan didn't need anyone to tell him that they're his parents. One look, just one look at their face, he knew. He's home, at last. He smiled, and looked up at the full moon happily. From now on, and forevermore, he would always believe in music.
The music is all around us. All you have to do, is listen.