August woke up to the familiar city sounds of cars honking and people chatting. No, not the familiar city sounds, but the familiar city music. He layed there thinking and listening, and finally his hunger caused him to get up and find something to eat. Louis and Lyla weren't up yet, so August looked around the room for some sort of food. He found an apple, so he bit into it, still listening to the music of the city. Suddenly he rushed over to his music notebook and scribbled in some notes and symbols. Then he tapped his pencil to the rhythm of someone walking outside, then wrote something else down.
Louis woke up then, messy tangled hair looking quite amusing, and grabbed a box of cereal that he found in the cupboard.
"Hey, Evan, ever thought of going to Julliard's?"
"I have been there but only for a short time. Then..." August remembered clearly the night when he had been conducting the orchestra, having a good time, and Wizard had come in and interrupted the rehearsal, pretending he was his father, and taking August when he left.
"Then there was an...interruption and I haven't gone since." August finished.
"Wanna go again?"
"Yes, more than anything."
"Well, we'll have to save up, but I think we can do it, son."
August paused here and thought about it for a minute. Finally he started whooping around the room and pounding softly on the piano.
A week later, Lyla found a good apartment with 2 bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen/dining room for a reasonable price and they bought it. They moved in and got settled. They enrolled August in the nearest middle school. Both Louis and Lyla stayed in their music - Louis in his band and Lyla in her orchestra.
August walked around his middle school searching for his homeroom on the first day. As he turned a corner, he nearly knocked over a boy with blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Oh, sorry..." August quickly stammered.
"Oh, are you new? Trying to find your way around?" the kid said.
"Yes, and yes."
"Good, because I'm not new, and I know my way around."
"Are you trying to say you are going to help me?" August looked a bit surprised.
"Well, yes. Let me see your schedule card." The boy extended his hand as August handed him the card.
"Oh, hey, you're in some of my classes! Okay, so your homeroom is S14, just go down that hall and turn right. Then keep on going straight, then turn left. 2 doors down on the right."
"Okay thanks!" August tried to remember everything and took off.
"By the way, I'm Jake!" Jake called after August.
"August!" August called back.
When he got to his homeroom, he went up to the teacher and asked what he should do and where he should sit. She pointed to a desk in the far corner.
August sat down and took a minute to look around him. Beside him was a small girl with short brown hair, in front of him was a girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail, diagonal to him was a girl with really short reddish hair. Why did he have to be surrounded by girls! Wait - he looked behind him and there was a boy with light brown hair.
The small girl with short brown hair turned and said, "Hi, I'm Natasha. What classes do you have?" August handed her his schedule card. She glanced over it quickly.
"Okay, this is awesome. We have the same classes, so I can show you around if you want. Or you can just follow me." Natasha smiled. "What's your name?"
"August. August Rush."
"Cool." Then a bell rang. August decided to follow Natasha. She smiled when she noticed he had taken her advice.
"You can call me Nat."
"You can call me August. It's my nickname, really. My real name is - well, I don't really have one. But the orphanage called me Evan Taylor."
"The orphanage..."
"It's a long story. But I'll make it short: I found my parents."