The beautiful night was once again filled with thunderous applause. Thousands of people were bewildered. How can this young boy be so talented? August Rush was so talented that it stunned the people of New York by his music alone.

Evan continued staring at his parents. Eyes refusing to let go of their faces. He bowed as the sign of gratitude and looked at his parents again, this time smiling. He forced himself to the backstage, waiting for his parents to meet him there.

But, instead of his parents, it was Mr. Jefferies the one who showed up. Evan still remembered Mr. Jefferies. He was the one who told him that there's a whole world out there with millions of wind chimes. The one who opened his mind about the world beyond the orphanage. If it wasn't for Mr. Jefferies, Evan Taylor would've never thought of finding his parents himself.

"Hey," Richard greeted in a soft tone. He was still amazed with everything that happened. This boy in front of him was the most amazing, talented, brilliant boy he had ever met.

Evan had excelled in everything. First, he escaped the orphanage. Then, he lived in the wild streets of New York. The next thing that happened? He created a pseudonym so that he won't get caught which led him to his own concert tonight. Amazing.

"Hey," Evan greeted him back. "Don't worry Mr. Jefferies, my parents are here."

"Well, yes. Your mother…" Wait. Did he say parents? "What?"

"What?" Evan asked him confusingly.

"No. I…I mean, you said your parents are here?" When he got a nod from Evan, he said, "Parents means your mother and father?"

"Yes," he said. Tears of gratitude filling his eyes again. They're here. Both of them. "I know it sounds crazy, but they are here. They heard me," he blinked slowly. "They can hear me."

The crowds were emptying Central Park's Great Lawn after August Rhapsody ended leaving two reunited lovebirds alone.

Louis and Lyla were still staring at each other, hand in hand. Smiling, both didn't know what to say. They had so many things to talk about, but didn't know where to start.

Alright, I'll make the first move. Louis opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Lyla gave him a chuckle, amused by his action. She suddenly remembered the words of a song. She couldn't remember what the name of the song was, but she could remember the words.

I don't wanna fall to pieces. I just wanna sit and stare at you. I don't wanna talk about it. I don't want a conversation. I just wanna cry in front of you. I don't wanna talk about it, cause I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you.

That was exactly how she felt. She flushed when Louis held both her hands and kissed them gently.

"I miss you, Lyla."

"Louis," she said after she took a deep, deep breath. "I miss you too," she let her tears fell down her cheeks and said, "So much."

Louis spontaneously held her in his arms, stroking through Lyla's hair with his hand and kissed her forehead. "Oh, Lyla. It's alright, love." He wiped her tears and convinced her again. "It's alright."

"I'm so sorry," Lyla said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"Shh…Hush now, Lyla." He put his palms on Lyla's cheeks. "It's alright, now." Louis's calming voice seeped into her ears.

"It's just that…" she closed her eyes and opened it when she regained her strength. "If I had come with you that morning all of this wouldn't happen and we would be together not apart for over a decade and we would've been there for each other and…"

"Hey," Louis tried to calm her down again. It amazed him that she could say all of that under one breath. "It's okay. We're here, now. That's all that matters." He wiped her tears away and continued, "I love you."

Lyla had sworn that if Louis didn't hold her, she would've fallen down the ground. Right at that particular spot. I guess anything can and does happen in New York.

"Both of you," Louis continued. "And I promise…I will never, ever leave you two again. I will never give up on you again. I promise."

Lyla pulled Louis towards her and kissed him on the lips for the first time after over a decade longing for this. She felt the same feeling when they kissed. The same feeling she felt the first time they kissed each other long ago.

The fireworks were still there. The electrical waves were still there, charging all of her nervous system. "You didn't," she smiled. "You didn't leave us."

Louis hugged her immediately after their long-waited kiss ended. "Come on," he nodded towards the empty stage. "Let's go meet our August."

She smiled at Louis. But, the smile turned into a frown when Louis suddenly asked, "If you're not on your honeymoon, then who does?"

"Your parents? They heard you?" Richard asked him.

"Yes," Evan said simply. "They did." He gave Jefferies an excited smile. "They did." Evan smiled and thanked everyone who passed by him and congratulated him.

I believe you, Evan. "Then, I'm truly happy for you." Richard went down to the ground, kneeling so that he could be at the same height as Evan. "I think there's something you should know."

"What is it?" Evan asked curiously.

"When you're gone…your mother, Lyla Novacek," he said slowly.

Lyla Novacek. Lyla Novacek. Lyla Novacek. That's her name. What's wrong with her? How did Mr. Jefferies know her name?

"She came to the orphanage. She was looking for you, Evan." Mr. Jefferies smiled happily, trying to share the joy this little boy in front of him felt.

"Me?" he asked. Evan was crying again. "She was looking for me?" When he got a nod from Richard Jefferies, he covered his mouth with his palms.

"Yes, Evan." Richard put his hands around Evan's shoulder. "She did. Now," he gave Evan a curious face. "Are you going to tell me about your father? What does he look like?"

Evan wiped his tears and answered the question. "His name is Louis. He's tall. He has big blue eyes, very kind. He…he's not from around here. His voice is different. He's a musician. He plays guitar and he gives me good advices."

Richard was frowning. How on Earth, did you know that? "Evan, how…how do you know?"

"I've met him earlier this evening," he smiled as he recalled the memories. "He's the one who convinced me to go to my concert."

"Did you…um," Richard tried to find the right words to say. "Did you two…"

"We didn't know who we were at the time," Evan noted him.

"Of course, and now you do?" he asked even though he already knew the answer.

"We do," he smiled. "We definitely do. Tell me about my mother. You know her, right?"

"Yes, she's beautiful. Long dark blonde hair. She's kind and sweet. Just like you," he beamed. "Do you want to know the best part?"

"Yes, please."

"She's also a musician. She's a cellist." That explained a lot. Evan has his musical gift from his parents. Perfect. "And she loves you."

Another tear fell down the ground.