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Disclaimer: My friends have told me I'm legend, but obviously not. After all, I don't own Hairspray… or Harry Potter… or anything else I write about on this website.

A/N: Inspiration was taken from 'The Help', the amazing book by Kathryn Stockett, the song 'Fireflies' by Owl City, 'Yankee Girl', a 60's based book by Mary Ann Rodman … and of course, Hairspray and the events surrounding that era. Hope you enjoy x

Dedicated to Rosa Parks, a black woman who changed history in the 50's when she refused to give up her seat on a bus to a white man. She said "She was just tired', but what she did helped change the lives of many.


FIREFLIES

August 8th 1963

Mr Willows was an old, old man. He had worked for nearly all his years, all seventy-nine of them, in downtown Baltimore, in his candy store "Sugar and Spice". He worked hard, and was proud of what he had made for himself: a successful business, in perfect line with all the other respectable retails: Mr Pinkie's Hefty Hideaway, The Hardy-Ha Hut Joke Shop, and about fifty other places that lined the long, busy street, bustling with tired-out people going about their blue-collar lives. He served the children all day long, perhaps throwing in a licorice whip or a piece of Hershey's if they spent a certain amount at his store, or just looked like they needed cheering up, and occasionally he would step outside for a moment, and would hear Elvis crooning softly from the record store across the street. Mr Willows had so much, but almost no-one to share it with: his wife had passed in the winter of '55, and his only son had left Maryland to seek fame and fortune in California - he didn't want his old pa's candy business, not unless there was going to be a movie or a song about it. He was scared, scared of what the future might hold, scared of falling to sleep one night and never waking up. He wasn't getting any younger, and he was worried, worried about losing everything. In the end, Willows had only confided this in one person, his favourite customer - Penelope Pingleton.

Young Penny always listened to what he had to say, whether she was buying treats for herself and friends, or just passing by: they were close, like grandfather and granddaughter. Sweet-toothed and sweet-tempered, she was always wistful, charming and polite. This particular day, however, he noticed something different in her eyes: it was a look of excitement, adrenaline, fear of being caught, and also of deep thought. She didn't have to say a word, as it soon became apparent. She stood out on the pavement, a raspberry lollipop in her hand, when a run-down Chevy came careering across the street; dusty and ancient in comparison to the shiny new cars being driven by the upper-class Baltimoreans. The biggest shock of all, though, was the driver - a young man with mahogany skin and a voice as rich as chocolate, singing along to the Motown hit as he swerved into the curb, where he rolled down his window.

"Hop in, baby girl." Willows looked in shock from blue-eyed Penny to the ebony-haired driver, certain there was a mistake - but this was not so. She flung her arms around his shoulders through the open window, gaining lots of shocked stares and whispers from passers by, and slipped into the front passenger seat beside him. The young man looked up at staring Willows and caught his eye, before nodding and turning away to start the engine, and revved as he pulled out onto the road, did a u-turn and sped off into the distance in the direction of the dark, dank, dangerous Ghetto's on the outskirts of the city.

"For when Prudy finds out…" murmured Willows. "So help her God."


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