"Hi..." Lyla stopped talking and bent down to pick up one of the sheets of music. At first glance she could tell that it was intense, really complex. Something maybe Bach would write, but not her very own 11-year-old August! A song she had played for a recital a couple months ago by Mozart looked quite similar.
Lyla opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find quite the right words. Great? No way. Amazing? Nah. Miraculous? Maybe.
"Wow." Lyla managed to say.
"Cool!" Louis added.
"I was hoping that I could write a trio, and we could play. Together." August explained softly.
Louis and Lyla looked at each other in amazement.
"Why, of course that's a wonderful idea! But, what would you play?" Lyla asked.
"I play the guitar, and the piano. I am writing this piece for a cello, a guitar, and a piano. Mom on the cello, Dad on the guitar, and me on the piano." August said, getting excited now.
The Connelys couldn't find any more words to say. There was a long period of complete silence. Finally, Louis exited the room with no explanation. Lyla sat down and August sharpened his pencil and continued with his piece. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. August stood and opened the door to reveal 3 strong men with a huge box about 3 times as big as August.
"Excuse me, is this the residence of Mr. August Rush?" one of the men said.
"It is, for now, and this is him."
"Then there is a special delivery for you in this here big box. May we take it in?" the same man said.
"Yes."
At that, the men struggled and carried it into the room and put it down in the empty corner of the room. They noticed all the papers and all 6 of their eyes became as wide as a marble.
"Okay then, I guess we'll be going." The men left, closing the door with a bang.
There was another silence. No one moved or made any noise. Finally August couldn't bear it any longer. He ran over to the box and tore it open carefully. Inside were 2 items, or should I say instruments...
August had the biggest smile on his face he had ever had since last night. He began removing the instruments with some help from Lyla. Just then Louis returned with a cheery smile on his face, whistling happily.
"Oh, what's this?" he teased, faking an innocent dad.
"Oh, stop it Louis! You know just what they are!" Lyla said.
Inside the box was a guitar and a spinet piano. Louis began helping to move the piano out of the box.
"Okay, Louis. How'd you do it?" Lyla couldn't hold in the question any more.
"Ah, I've been saving a bit because I felt like there might be something I could do, and here it is. When August said he likes to play the piano and guitar and I saw all those papers full of music, I knew what I wanted to do with it."
"Wow, Dad, thanks so much!" August said. Somehow he felt like that wasn't enough, so he rushed over to Louis and gave him a big hug.
After everything was settled, August immediately began playing and writing furiously. He stopped once in a while for a snack or dinner, but by sunset he had probably 20 final pages of his piece. By then he was worn out completely, and he promptly plopped down on his makeshift bed and fell asleep.
He dreamed that he was a famous composer who graduated from Julliard. But when he woke up, his dream was forgotten - for the moment.