It is about time The Flash got his own "War of Change" music video. :D

https://youtu.be/GwES9M0isVM

This is the song that Gallia and Jack play in the Old Hound. FYI.

Little background info. Gallia and Jack live in Athlone, Ireland. Old Hound is a made up place, Athlone is not.

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   "Gallia!"

   I turned to see my good friend Jack walking quickly towards me. I laughed. "Jack, you're such a stalker!"

   Jack caught up to me and smirked. "Me? Naw. I'm not a stalker. I'm your friend who knows exactly where to find you at any given time during the day because I know you so well."

   I punched his arm. "Ha! I thought so."

   Jack stumbled back dramatically, holding his arm. "Oh ouch!" he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You wound me!"

   "It'd take more than that to hurt you," I said, shrugging. "I know you pretty well too."

   Jack started walking next to me again. "I know. Anyway, I didn't come to be accused of stalking. I came to see if you were up for playing at the Old Hound this evening."

   "Old Hound? Where's that?" I asked.

   Jack tapped a beat on his leg that almost matched our steps. "It's a little way out of town. Nice place if you like pubs, they're looking for musicians for tonight. I signed me up but I wanted to see if you wanted to as well."

   I touched my violin, feeling excited. "Do you need to ask? Of course!"

   Jack grinned and laughed. "That's what I thought. I signed you up as well. You've made a name for yourself and-"

   "Hey, you've got quite the name too," I interrupted. "You're my drummer!"

   Jack smiled. "Good point."

   I looked up at my bright orange house. "Well, I'll see you tonight Jack."

   Jack nodded. "I'll pick you up at six."

   Jack was fifteen minutes early, officially making him the most excited I've ever seen, and I've seen him really excited more than a few times.

   "Gallia! Aren't you done yet?" Jack called impatiently.

   I kept brushing my hair, trying to get a particularly large snarl out. "It's your own fault for being here early," I reminded him. "You wouldn't have had to wait if you'd come late."

   I could almost hear him groan from the living room and slump down in the couch.

   The snarl came loose and I set down my brush. I hated getting ready for performances, it was tedious and boring.

   I walked into the living room and looked at Jack. Just as I had thought, he was buried so far down in the couch he almost wasn't there.

   "Jaaaaack," I said, poking his head.

   He looked up. "Well it's about time!"

   Jack led me out to his car and opened the door for me. "We'll be there in less than five minutes."

   I smiled and pulled my door shut. He got into the drivers seat and started up the car. He drove us out of Athlone and to the top of a large hill. We had a beautiful view of the countryside and to our right was a cozy looking building with a sign that read 'Old Hound Pub'.

   "Here we are!" Jack said.

   The car made a loud creak as he put it into park. I chuckled. "It complains every time. Why don't you get it checked out?"

   "Eh, it's not worth that much," Jack said, getting out of the car.

   I shook my head at him and got out as well to help him carry his drum set inside.

   The pub was exactly what I'd pictured. It was dimly lit, but warm. All of the people were laughing or talking except for a couple men in a corner who wouldn't stop fighting.

   Jack led me to a stage toward the back that was big enough for a whole stage crew and cast for a play. There was even a backstage and a curtain.

   The Old Hound was soon filled with the sound of my violin playing a jig and Jack keeping up a steady beat on his drums. He shot me a wink when I glanced over at him. I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't help smiling anyway.

   The door opened and a familiar man walked through. His black hair had a ridge on both sides of his head, making it look like ears on either side of his head. He looked around, as if searching for someone, then looked at me. He didn't look away.

   I grinned and finished the song, dragging out the last note. Everyone clapped as I put my violin on my belt. I dropped off of the stage, too lazy to walk to the stairs, and walked toward the man.

   "Hey Logan!" I said when I was within hearing distance. "What brings you here?"

   Logan glanced around. "I'll tell you when we're somewhere private."

   "Of course!" I led him backstage, the loud sounds of the pub muted by the walls. "Now, what's so important that you needed a quiet place?"

   Logan looked like he wasn't sure what to say first. "I know you're a... friend. I also know you can understand the impossible. I was... sent here from the future to stop the end of people like us."

   I stared at him. He was right that I could understand the impossible, but this was just crazy. "Logan, you realize how... how..." I struggled to find the right words for several seconds before I settled on, "how crazy this sounds?"

   Logan nodded. "I know, but it's the truth. You know how much power you have, heck I know how much power you have. But these Centurions from the future held up to more than you could give and..." he cleared his throat and changed what he was going to say, "I need you to help me find some people who can help."

   I rubbed my forehead. Why was my life never easy? Why did it have to be this hard? As much as I wanted to say no and go back to work, I realized that might not be the smartest choice. "Alright. I'll help."

   "Thank goodness," Logan said. "We have to-"

   "Ah, ah. You didn't let me finish," I said. "Jack comes with."

   Logan looked at me in dismay. "Does he have to?"

   I raised an eyebrow. "Must you ask? He's one of us too, he just doesn't know it yet. He comes."

   Logan looked like I'd just told him to eat a lemon and already knew how it was going to taste. "Fine."

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This wasn't a good idea was it? Ah well. Too late now!

May the speed force be with you!