The Deleted Scenes of August Rush
Scene #11
Hey, everyone! Happy Thanksgiving!
Well…this is it! The last installment of August Rush!
Thanks again for everyone who stuck with me! Y'all are SO COOL!
This last scene is kinda along the lines of something from Rent…you know, looking back on a year of struggle and accomplishment and stuff like that.
Oh, and I don't own "I Thought I Lost You" by Miley Cyrus and John Travolta from the new movie BOLT (SUCH A CUTE SONG!!!).
So…here it is! Enjoy and thanks again!
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"It's time now to sing out, thought the story never ends…let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends." - Jonathon Larson
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Eleven-year-old Evan "August Rush" Taylor stood in the familiar ocean of green wheat, drinking in its vastness as the June sun shone brightly. It had been exactly one year since he had been here, conducting his invisible orchestra and listening to the music in his head. He never thought he'd make it back to his home away from home.
And he certainly never thought he'd make it back with the voice in the wind.
"This is where you came all the time?" Melanie asked him, her dark brown locks blowing slightly in the breeze.
"Yep," he said, feeling a sense of pride well up inside him. "I'd come out here whenever I could and just…listen." He felt his face growing warm. "And the funny thing is…this is the first place where I heard you sing."
Melanie looked at him in amazement. "Really?"
Evan nodded. "Yeah. That day was one of the best days of my life." He thought for a moment. "Now that I think about it…that day…is today. It's been exactly one year."
Melanie smiled. "Our one year anniversary?"
"Kinda."
Melanie laughed. "So, it's seriously been a year?"
"Uh-huh."
"I can't believe a year went by so fast, let alone all those things."
"There was the adventure you and I had…getting adopted by Mom and Dad…Mom and Dad's wedding…"
"…You becoming a phenomenon overnight, Mr. August Rush."
Evan had to laugh at that. It was true that he and his family were now technically famous. They were scheduled to start their tour in a couple of days: Lyla on the cello, Louis and Melanie on the guitar, and Evan on the piano. Before they went on tour, however, Evan had insisted he visit the wheat field one last time.
"Well, you're famous, too, Miss Melanie Porter," he said, poking his sister in the arm.
She giggled. "I know."
They both stood in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of the wheat rustling in the breeze. For that moment, they thought back on all that had happened to them over the year. And at the same time, both of them remembered the nadir: Melanie running away.
"When you ran away…I don't think I'm able to describe how depressed I felt," Evan said quietly. "It felt like my heart had been torn out and ripped up." He looked at her. "And I didn't think you'd ever come back for good."
Evan saw Melanie was on the verge of tears. "I know," she said. "I knew that. I felt that you were heartbroken, and that made me the same way. I should have never done that to you or myself."
"Well, we both apologized for what we did, so we're good."
Another moment of silence settled over them, this one being a bit more awkward. However, Melanie seemed to know how to break it.
I thought I lost you when you ran away to try and find me…I thought I'd never see your sweet face again…
Evan smiled. He knew where this was going.
I turned around…and you were gone…and on and on the days went…
But I kept the moments that we were in…Cause I hoped in my heart, that you would come back to me, my friend…And now I got you…but I thought I lost you!
"Evan! Melanie!" Lyla's voice rang out over the field. "Time to go!"
Evan and Melanie exchanged glances. When they got to the car, they'd be off to half a year of performing in front of millions of people. But all four of them would be together, doing something they all loved: making people happy through music.
And it was all worth it.
"I'm wearing sensible shoes this time," Melanie pointed out, "so…race you back?"
Evan smiled. "You don't have to ask me twice."