Louis pulled the love of his life with him as they were about to enter the backstage and stopped to face her.

"You're ready?"

"I've waited twelve years for this," she looked into Louis' blue eyes. "I'm far more ready, now that you're here with me."

"We're gonna be together forever, love. Never doubt that." He said after kissing her forehead again.

"Louis?" Lyla asked quietly. Almost whispering. "What if…?" she couldn't even bear the thought of it. "What if he couldn't accept me? What if he thinks that I'd abandoned him all this years and…"

"Lyla, you saw him," he said, rubbing her shoulders comfortably. "I'm sure he's not. And I'm sure he's dying to see us right now."

She did nothing but gave Louis her most sincere, confident smile and walked towards the backstage with him until a security guard held them off.

"I'm sorry," the security guard said. "You can't be in here." The security guard named Jerry, according to his nametag informed them.

"But we have to get in there," Louis said, demandingly. "You see, we need to see August, our son. He's in there."

"Oh, really?" Jerry asked sarcastically. "Well, you must be mistaken, then. Cause he's my son."

"Sir, I…" Lyla tried to interrupt. Unfortunately, Jerry was quicker than she is.

"I'm sorry, lady. Even if the kid you claim is yours, I can't let you in. Even if he's your long lost son, I still can't let you in. Cause you didn't have a pass."

The mocking face Jerry did when he said long lost son made Louis wanted to kick the crap out of him. Just because you're big doesn't mean you can do whatever you like.

Lyla nodded her head and looked down to the ground, giving up fighting with the security guard who had no idea what he was talking about.

"Look man," Louis said again, almost loosing his patience. "You can be all sarcastic on me, but I would appreciate if you would just be nice to her!"

"Be nice?"

"Yes! Be nice!" Louis was yelling now, didn't care about the chaos he was doing. "You have no idea what you're saying, man! Okay?"

"Sir, please. Can't you let us in? We just want to see our son. I'm Lyla Novacek, the cellist? I performed here, tonight. You could just let us in and…" she stopped when she spotted a familiar face. "She'll tell you," Lyla pointed at the Dean.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"We just want to get inside and meet Ev-" No. Not Evan. August. "August Rush, but this man wouldn't let us." Lyla explained.

"Oh, dear." The Dean shook her head. "She is most welcomed here," she noted Jerry. "Please, dear. Come."

"Thank you."

Louis shot Jerry warning glare and was returned with a cold face. He just rolled his eyes, ignored him and followed Lyla into the backstage. Don't worry, August. We're coming.

"Mr. Jefferies?" a young woman asked, interrupting Richard and Evan's conversation. "I'm sorry, but the Dean is asking for you."

"Thank you," he stood up and looked down at Evan. "Come on."

"I think I'll just wait for my parents here," he informed Mr. Jefferies who was already walking away.

"You sure?" when he got a nod from the young composer, he said, "Alright. You just stay here. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Evan smiled.

Hope was behind a pillar watching and hearing everything about August's conversation with the man named Mr. Jefferies. She decided that she would surprise him and asked why he didn't tell her about his real name. Evan.

"Oh, my God," the Dean looked at both Lyla and Louis. Her wrinkled face looked even more palpable when she gave them sympathy and shocked expression. "Now, I finally know his purpose of playing music. To find you." Her attention then turned towards Mr. Jefferies who was standing behind the couple.

"Mr. Jefferies?" Lyla asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, he's the one who told us about August's true identity." The Dean explained on Richard's behalf.

"What she said is true. I found out about it on the last minute. So, I came here to pick him up."

Lyla smiled and held Louis' hand. "Where is he?"

"Evan is in the back, eagerly waiting to meet someone."

"I told you he's dying to see us," Louis reassured Lyla. He threw his right hand to Richard. "Louis Connelly."

Louis Connelly. Evan's father. He was certainly not lying when he talked bout his father. Irish. "Pleasure to finally meet you," he shook Louis' hand. "Richard Jefferies, Child Services. Now, why don't you two come with me," he nodded at Louis and Lyla. "And I'll lead you to your son."

Evan waited happily for his parents to come. Lyla Novacek. Louis. He planted his parents' name in his head over and over again. They'll be here any second.

"There you are."

Evan heard a thunder when he heard the voice. His parents. No. Definitely not his parents. His parents were the person he wanted to meet the most. But the owner of the voice he heard was the person he didn't even wanted to see.

His world turned upside down. The moonlight vanished leaving him alone in the dark. With nothing. His world, his life turned into a dark night with no light or music. This time, both Evan Taylor and August Rush were only accompanied by the terrifying face of Maxwell Wallace. Wizard.

NO!!!

"Hey, Marshall?" Steve asked carefully. "We're leaving Louis behind?"

The Connelly Brothers was once again minus one brother. They were in John F. Kennedy International Airport waiting for their next flight to San Francisco. Without Marshall's dear brother, Louis.

"We didn't leave him behind," Marshall said coldly. He gave Steve a frustrated expression. "He did. Twice." He shook his head in despair and looked away. "All because of the girl."

"Don't be so hard on him, Marshall," Nick said, trying to comfort the elder Connelly. "Maybe our Louis has found his true love."

"True love?" Steve asked ridiculously. "You don't know that, Nick."

"Don't I? In case you haven't notice, I'm married."

"Of course, we noticed."

"Exactly. I know how it feels to be in love," Nick moved away from Steve and looked directly into Marshall's eyes. "Do you?"

"Don't judge me, Nick." Marshall said, still frustrated.

"Then don't judge him," Nick put his hand on Marshall's shoulder. "Marshall, we don't know how he feels. Let him be. When he's ready, he'll find us again. Just like he used to. Just like he did before."

Marshall nodded his head in agreement. "He'll find us."

Nick gave him a big smile. "You just have to believe that."