(Hairspray) Link Larkin had pink on the brain. Yes, pink. As in the color. Trink.
Song by Aerosmith
Link Larkin had pink on the brain. Yes, pink. As in the color. Pink, it's my newobsession. He thought staring at the crayon he had stolen from his little sister's box. Pink. It's not even a question. Well, yes it was. Why pink? It'd been in his vision and on his mind since he saw Tracy Turnblad and her mother dancing in the street. She had been wearing pink. And a look of pure happiness. He saw that ad couldn't get the color out of his mind. Pink on the lips of your lover, 'cause pink is the love you discover. Love. Did he love Tracy? His heard did a flip flop and he turned the crayon over and over in his hands. He wanted to make her smile. He wanted to take her dancing in that dress. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to make her Pink.
Pink as the Bing on your cherry, pink 'cause you are so very. Pink it's the color of passion, 'cause today it just goes with the fashion
He was thinking in pink. Every thought was a memory of her. He grabbed his notebook, maybe he could write out what he was feeling so I'd cloud the page, not his mind. Pink it was love at first sight. He had a sentence and nothing more. What was going on with him? Tracy. Tracy. Tracy. He wrote over and over again admiring her pink name.
He needed sleep that was it. Emotions were a side effect of fatigue. He turned off the light. His room was pink. His head was unattached and he was high as a kite. He loved her. And I think everything is going to be all right. He loved her. Okay. They could live pink together. If she wore that color he'd be hers forever. Everything was going to be alright now that he was honest with himself. Everything was going to be alright no matter what his mind did to him tonight. Trace you could be my flamingo. Pink was a new kind of lingo.
He crawled into bed and tried to sleep. He dreamed in pink. Pink like a deco umbrella shielding them from the rain as they embraced. His dream was what the beats called kink. He'd never tell her. He wanted his intentions to be pure. To be pink.
Pink it was love at first sight. It was still pink, even after he turned out the light. Pink got him high as a kite. But he loved her so everything was going to be alright, no matter what his mind did that night.
He wanted to make her happy. He wanted to be her husband; he wanted to be her lover. I want to warp you in rubber… HUH?At least it rhymed.
He could see them cuddling, their love and happiness as pink as the sheets that they laid on. Pink is my favorite crayon He thought before he drifted into a dreamless sleep. Still in pink.
Pink it was love at first sight, Pink when I turn out the light. Pink it's like red but not quite. And I think everything is going to be alright, no matter what we do tonight.
AN: My First Hairspray story, I love the movie and the soundtrack, I want to be Tracy so badly! I think I'm a little bit in love with Zac Efron.