Disclaimer and Author's notes:

I do not claim to own any rights to anything related to Hairspray the original movie or the 2007 musical or any incarnation, fan fiction, or Broadway show, ad infinitum. I am making no money from this posting and do so only because I genuinely love speculating on how to expand the characters with my imagination.

This is a common theme in Hairspray fanfiction, but I am absolutely new to Hairspray, having previously only seen the campy original. I solemnly swear Tracy and Link will never dine in an Italian restaurant, which seems to be the most common reoccurring theme in these fictions. Like seriously, I threw my hands up in the air and audibly yelled "Come on! Are you serious?" Not that the rest of the stories weren't good, but what the hell is up with people and Italian restaurants? Anyway, I'm not one to toot my own horn, and frankly there are far better authors on this site than me, but I sincerely hope you enjoy my take on the aftermath of the musical. Please note that the rating for this fiction is in place due to excessive drug use, language and descriptions of a sexual nature. I implore those of you who are below 18 years old to NOT read this story.

/end notes and disclaimer/

Tracy Turnblad wasn't often unoptimistic. The weight of bigotry never caused her shoulders to droop. Her own hardships had not caused her to open her heart to the colored children. Fairness did. She correctly saw them as her equals as individuals, though she way preferred their dance moves! Tracy could never understand the burdens placed upon coloreds by society but she retained an inkling of what being excluded felt like. Her tender heart and talented feet had earned her a place in the heart of everyone in Baltimore who watched the Corny Collins show as well as those who were present when her soon to be boyfriend Link Larkin grabbed the hand of a little girl and drug her center stage to dance. Inez and Link as well as votes from people all around Baltimore had put an end to needless segregation. The time for differences had gone, and everyone was beginning to see their similarities instead of forcing a dividing wall of differences between themselves.

Tracy's eyes fluttered dreamily. She pulled her blankets closer to her chin. She replayed her first kiss with Link over and over in her mind. His lips were so soft. His nose had brushed hers. The single curled hair that fell over his forehead had tickled her for a moment and then it was gone again.

Tracy wasn't aware she had fallen asleep until she had been woken by angry voices down the hall. She was frightened, but moreover curious. Tracy slipped out of her bed and tiptoed down the hallway.

"You will not remove my daughter from this house!" her mother said, stomping a heavy foot to the floor. She watched as a police officer advanced on her mother. Tracy gasped, slapping her hand to her mouth to silence herself.

"Wait just one cotton pickin' minute there, son," Tracy's father said, inserting his thin body between the muscular cop and his corpulent wife. "A real man does not step up to a woman. I demand you apologize to my wife." The officer's face softened.

"I'm sorry sir, ma'am," he said. "But Tracy did hit the officer. Because of her popularity, all the police chief is asking for is an apology."

"An apology? That officer slandered my baby! She never hit that man with a crowbar! I was there!" Mrs. Turnblad said, her arms flailing behind her husband.

"I was too, Mrs. Turnblad. I saw what your daughter did. She was wrong to hit him, but the police department is releasing an official statement tomorrow to clarify what actually happened. People aren't too happy about this integration thing. Now, I don't have any problem with it, but it is going to take time for this situation to blow over. I won't take Tracy in, but I respectfully ask that you bring her in tomorrow morning. This is going to be a mutual apology." The officer removed his hat. "Please, ma'am. You have my word she won't be booked. It is completely innocent." Mrs. Turnblad eyed the man up and down.

"Let's do it, baby," Mr. Turnblad said. "I don't see the harm. It could heal a rift. That's what our daughter is best at, right? Making things better?"

"Hm... alright then. But my mother always told me to seal a promise with a pound cake. Are you up for a late night gobble, officer?"

"If it wouldn't inconvenience you, ma'am."

"Not at all! Come on with me!" she said, sashaying out of the room.

"Sir?" the officer asked, inviting him to partake of the pound cake pact. Mr. Turnblad shook his head in the negative and turned the other way. Tracy saw her father heading for her room. She sprinted back to bed and jumped in, rolling over with her back to the door. She pretended to be asleep when her father silently entered. He began stroking her hair and she heard him sigh sadly.

"My sweet little girl, you've grown so fast. You and your mother are the best parts of my life. I can die happy knowing that we raised a beautiful, talented, kind hearted child," he paused, scoffing to himself. "I guess you ain't really much of a child anymore, are you? You're a young woman now. I have always believed in you. I know you will always try you best to do the right thing." Tracy began to sniff and her father paused. "Trace?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm awake." She rolled over to face him. "I heard voices in the living room and I got up to see what was going on. I thought you'd be mad if you knew I was awake."

"No... Of course not."

"Do you really mean those things you said, Daddy? About how you're proud of me?"

"I do, little one. Every single word. If I had known you were awake that conversation may have been harder. I've never been very good at expressing my emotions. Except laughter, that is." Tracy smiled. "Your mother has pound cake. Do you want to come have some?"

"I'm not really hungry. Besides, I'm nervous about tomorrow."

"There's nothing to worry about. The police want this to blow over before they risk being demonized."

"I don't know about that. It seems like the media was on their side."

"Don't worry about it, kiddo. They don't want this to get messy. A simple apology and that will be that."

"I hope you're right," she muttered. Mr. Turnblad leaned down and kissed his daughter's forehead.

"I quite like your hair down like that. It makes you look more grown up."

"Thanks Daddy," she smiled brightly. Her father returned her smile and then turned and left the bedroom. Tracy frowned for a moment. Really, how bad could it be to apologize to the offer? The apology they owed her was greater. They would be taking a hit, not her. She just hoped the police officer wasn't lying to her mother.

Tracy woke to the friendly caress of warm sun against her slumbering lids. She yawned and stretched, sitting up in her bed. The birds outside chittered away like old people drinking their morning coffee together at the cafe' a couple of doors down. Tracy slid out of bed and dressed herself. She considered calling Link but decided it might be too early. She felt her cheeks flush when she remembered their kiss again. That kiss had been broadcast live. Everyone had seen it. Everyone would know he was hers and she was his. A chill ran down her spine, and her stomach felt like it flipped. She bit her lip.

Tracy walked out of her room toward the kitchen. The smell of pancakes and the promise of crispy sausage wafted through the house. She wasn't sure she would be able to eat. Her nerves were bunched due to the day's agenda. She could hear her mother going on and on about how much she loved to cook. Tracy heard the whip of a newspaper page being turned. Her father probably wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, but he wasn't much of a talker unless he was selling fake dog doo.

"Gooood morn-ING!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in horror at the end. Link sat perfectly coiffed as always at the table with a mouthful of pancakes. His eyes grew as wide as hers and both of their cheeks flushed as she ran out of the kitchen and back toward her room. She grabbed her hair brush and drew it through her tresses, trying to tame them enough to be presentable. There was a soft knock at her door. "Come in," she said softly. The door opened and Link stood there, his cheeks still softly tinted. "I'm... my hair, good morning, sorry!" she said, taking a step back and almost stumbling over her own feet. Link advanced in one long stride and steadied her.

"Mmm... good morning," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

"Link, I..." she tried to protest. She hadn't brushed her teeth yet! Link's lips were upon hers and within moments his charm had caused her to melt. Her lips fell open and the taste of syrup invaded her mouth. She began to giggle and he pulled away, a quizzical look on his face. "Your kiss was syrupy sweet."

"Yours was sweeter," he said, cocking his grin to the side. Her heart melted, and she leaned up on her tip toes to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

"What are you doing here?"

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows drawn in concern.

"No! I mean what are you doing here so early?"

"Oh!" he smiled, relaxing. "It... I was... I was in the neighborhood," he paused, sighing. "I can't lie to those eyes," his said, his voice falling to a growl. Tracy felt her insides squirm. "I wanted to call you, but I figured waiting for you to wake up might be better. Want to come have some breakfast with me?"

"Of course, now that I don't look like a sea hag!"

"Sweetheart, you could never look like a sea hag. I liked your sleepy eyes and your roll out of bed hair. It was cute." Tracy blushed looking away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... it's just that you called me sweetheart."

"Aren't you my sweetheart?"

"Am I?"

"Well, that would be reason two I came over," he said, digging in his pocket and producing his pin. "I wanted to wait until after breakfast, but-"

"Yes, Link Larkin! I will go steady with you!" she excitedly said, clasping her hands and jumping in place. Link's mind dwelled to impure thoughts as he watched her bounce. He bit his lip and placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. Tracy was a special girl, the kind of girl that took time to court. She wasn't some floozy to take advantage of. Moving slowly would be difficult, but it would be better for them both. Link pinned Tracy's collar and then leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

"Ahem!" came her mother's interruption from the hallway. "Breakfast is getting cold, kids," she said turning her back on the room. "And you're both getting too warm," she muttered to herself as she shuffled away. Link watched as the light in a door frame was eclipsed by Edna Turnblad's girth. He turned back to Tracy and pulled her tightly to his chest. He kissed her again, this time abandoning the soft, sweet kisses they had exchanged before. He gave her a hard, deep kiss. He broke the kiss panting moments later and Tracy gasped for air.

"Baby!" she squeaked, and Link chuckled.

"Baby, eh?" he said. She blushed and he leaned down to kiss her nose. "Come on before I do something to you your mother really wouldn't like."

"What?" she asked, but Link didn't answer her question as he pulled her toward the kitchen.

"So you kids are official now?" Tracy's father said, folding his paper in half and setting it to the side. Link's half eaten pancake stack had been replaced with a new one and a plate of sausages. Mrs. Turnblad placed a platter of pancakes in front of Tracy.

"We sure are, Daddy!" Tracy chirped.

"OWMAHGOWTHEEZEPONCAKEZRZOGOOD!" Link said through a bite. Tracy giggled.

"I think he likes those more than he likes me!" she joked. Link shot her a look.

"Pancakes are just one of the many perks of being with you," he said, squeezing her hand.

"Oh honey, they remind me of us!" Mrs. Turnblad said, taking a seat next to her husband. She fed him a bite of sausage, and then gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Tracy smiled at her parents disbelieving of the blissful situation she found them all to be in. Reality crashed down like a ton of bricks. Without realizing it, Tracy had spaced out. She was holding her fork and knife but had yet to eat anything. Link was two pancakes into the four stacked on his plate.

"BAY?Whawron?" he asked. Mrs. Turnblad removed herself from the table long enough to retrieve the milk from the refrigerator. The glass bottle clinked against Link's glass as she filled it back to the top. Link swallowed his food.

"Trace?" he asked.

"What?" she asked, realizing he had been speaking to her. "Oh, nothing!", she tried to cover. "I have an errand to run sometime today."

"I can take you if you want."

"No, I think I'll let my Mom bring me."

"I'm going too, Tracy. You're not going without me," her father said. Link put down his fork and wiped his mouth.

"Does anyone want to fill me in on what's going on here?"

"Well..." Mrs. Turnblad slowly began and then the whole shebang about the previous night's debacle rolled from her almost too quickly for Link to understand.

"So... this is about the police?" he asked, and the family three nodded. "Okay then. We can go after breakfast."

"We?" Tracy asked. "No, Link, you don't have..."

"Of course I don't have to, sweetheart. My choice is to always be by your side. To stick with you through thick and thin."

"More thick than thin!" she joked. He smirked at her and shoved another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"Will you still feel that way when I'm the thick one?" he asked after swallowing.

"Link Larkin, I always thought you were cute and a great dancer. Whatever I thought about you became more real when you believed in me. You took up for me when no one else would. I don't care that other people don't think I fit in. I care that your heart opened up to me and you saw just how wonderful I can be. I knew you would!"

"I wouldn't have agreed with you until all of these circumstances changed the course of what would have been. I shudder to think that without you I would still be on the arm of a girl whose only concern ends at the point of her own nose. You are every bit as beautiful as she is on the outside, but you're far better on the inside than she is. My favorite thing about you isn't even what a swell dancer you are. It's that you're never afraid to have fun. Every day with you is a new adventure."

"Link Larkin, if you don't quit I'm going to be crying all day!" Mrs. Turnblad said, burying her face in her husband's shoulder. He cooed soothing words as she whimpered.

"I love you, Trace," Link mouthed silently.

"I love you Link," she whispered, before blushing and looking away.

After breakfast Link insisted on helping Tracy with the dishes while her parents got ready to go to the police station. Tracy washed and Link rinsed the dishes and stood them in the rack. Tracy hummed a song aloud and shook her hips to the beat. He tapped his toes and bobbed his head smiling at her. He resisted the urge to reach over and grab a handful of her backside.

When her parents were ready and the dishes were done, the foursome grouped into the Turnblad family car and rode down to the police station. Once there, Link wrapped a protective arm around Tracy, and her parents split apart to flank the young couple. The woman behind the front desk stood up when she saw them enter. She waved for them to have a seat, and she left. Tracy's heart was racing. She balled her hands in her lap, willing them not to shake. Link's other hand swooped over and rested on top of hers.

"It will be okay," he whispered in her ear. She wanted to believe him. She laid her head on his shoulder. As the seemingly endless minutes ticked away, Mr. and Mrs. Turnblad made small, polite chat with other people waiting closeby.

"Tracy Turnblad?" the nasally voice of the receptionist called. Tracy had not even noticed the woman enter the room. She stood and tugged at the bottom of her skirt. Link never removed his arm as she and her parents walked forward. "Eh, sorry kid, but you have to go in to see Judge Rampart by yourself."

"No, we're going with her!" Link protested. Mr. Turnblad put his hand on Link's shoulder and pulled him backward. Edna moved forward and looked back at her husband and he shook his head in the negative.

"We play by their rules and Tracy will be okay," he said. Mrs. Turnblad made a face but nodded. Link slowly released the hand that still rested on Tracy and nudged her to move foreward.

"It's going to be alright," he said. Tracy gave him a small smile in return and then followed the receptionist out of the room. Mr. Turnblad sat back down in the waiting area next to Mrs. Turnblad. Link sat beside them tapping his toes impatiently.

Thirty minutes passed before anyone had an update for them. The same police officer from the night before came barreling toward the Turnblads.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his face scrunching tightly. "They lied to me. They said it would only be an apology!"

"What? What have they done? What are they doing to my daughter?" Mrs. Turnblad said, thrusting herself up from the chair. She loomed almost a full foot taller than the officer. Link was immediately by Mrs. Turnblad's side, not quite as tall as the officer. Mr. Turnblad wrapped his arms around his daughter's new hot head boyfriend.

"It's not as bad as you think," he said, and moments later Tracy walked from the back. Link broke free from her father's embrace and wrapped his arms around Tracy.

"Darlin', what happened?"

"It's not so bad. I didn't get a personal apology. The news story aired when the stations came on this morning and that will be the only airing. I still had to apologize. In exchange for not being detained, I have to do community service after school."

"You mean…"

"I can't be on the show anymore. Not until my punishment is over anyway."

"That's not fair!" Link protested, but Tracy shook her head. "It's the best they will give me and I accepted."

"I knew something was up when they wouldn't allow her parents in! She is a minor; she cannot make decisions for herself! AND YOU!" her voice boomed as she turned on the officer beside her. "You promised over pound cake!"

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Turnblad! She wasn't booked at least! I didn't know they were going to do this!"

"Everybody calm down!" Tracy said. "I shouldn't have hit that officer, and though I was wronged, I can't turn my back on what is right. It is right that I serve my community, and it is right that I leave the show so as not to tarnish its image. I will get to go back after ninety days."

"The show is over for summer break in a couple of weeks!" Link said. "And… there's something I have to tell you about the summer."

"Link?" she questioned the change in his tone.

"Not here. We'll talk about this later." Tracy nodded.

"Can we just get out of here?" she asked. The party began walking outside. Mrs. Turnblad turned angry eyes toward the apologetic officer. He frowned and she shook her head at him.

The car ride back to Tracy's house was mostly quiet. Link reached for Tracy's hand and she allowed him to take it, but as the moments ticked on she slowly removed it from his grasp and squeezed herself farther away from him. He wondered what he had done to be punished.

Back at Tracy's house, Mr. Turnblad went downstairs to open up the joke shop. Mrs. Turnblad was behind on ironing, and set to work. She told Link and Tracy to leave her bedroom door open, but Link closed it quietly behind himself.

"Sit." He gestured to the bed. Tracy sat and he stood before her. He paced for a moment and then clasped his hands together as though he had caught the right words out of midair. "Trace, there's yet another reason I'm here, and the order of things went kind of queer, so just bear with me, okay?" he asked and she nodded. "Last night after you had to go, I was approached by one of the agents. He really likes me and… well, about this summer… I won't be here."

"What?" she exclaimed sadly. Tracy composed herself and waited for his response.

"I've been offered a chance to sing at hops all over the country. I will be riding all over the country by bus. But I can call you!" he said, slipping to the ground on his knees. He stared up at her from the floor and took her hands in his. "I get to dance and sing all summer. This could be my big break! Please, Trace, say something, anything!"

"I'm so proud of you!" she said quietly. Her face beamed sincerely. "I believe in you and I am behind you all the way. But…" she said, pulling her hands from his and reaching for his pin. "I guess you'll want this back."

"No," he said, placing his hand over hers. She removed her hand and his lay on her collarbone. "This is my promise to you. There will be no other women."

"Link, seriously," she said, sliding off of the bed and turning her back to him. He pushed himself from the floor and stood behind her. "How can I ask you to be faithful?"

"How could I not be?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I love you, Tracy Turnblad."

"We're still so young. I'm waiting for you to change your mind."

"Where is this coming from? That doesn't even sound like you."

"I may be dreamy eyed and fanciful, but life has opened up my eyes, Link. Sure, Corny Collins is now integrated. Sure Negroes are one step closer to equality. But there are still ugly things in the world. There are hateful bigots and mean girls and… lonely boys."

"Okay, so I'll be lonely. But I'll call from every city every chance I get. I'll even be back in time for your birthday! Please, Tracy. You said you believed in me. Don't lose faith now." Tracy turned around. She flushed when her eyes locked with his. He hooked his arms around her tightly. He kissed her softly on the lips. She gasped and broke away.

"What's poking me?" she asked. Link pulled his hips away from her, blushing.

"Come on, Darlin'. Let's dance!" he said. Tracy smiled, and spun away from him. She clicked on the record player and moments later she and her beau were mashing potatoes in a most professional way.

Time flew by until the summer came and then it seemed to drag like molasses in winter. Tracy had been showing up faithfully to the police station to take care of her community service obligations. She hardly had time to see Link due to Corny Collins practices and then rehearsals for the upcoming summer tour afterward. All he had asked for was faith, and Tracy was determined to give it to him.

The Judge had taken a liking to the ever cheerful Tracy Turnblad and had decided to officially pardon her for the day of Link's departure, and reduce her sentence to only two more weeks. Link waited beside the bus both excited to be going and depressed at having hardly seen his sweetheart. His heart fluttered when he saw her running toward him. He ran forward and embraced her. He hugged her tightly.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he said into her hair.

"I've missed you too," Tracy said. He pulled back and leaned his forehead down to hers and stared into her eyes. "Those pretty, brown, smilin' eyes," he remarked. "I think I'll miss those the most."

"Oh," she giggled. "I thought you'd miss my lips." Link growled in his throat and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back sweetly until Link shoved his tongue between her lips and forced them to open. She reacted for a moment and then rested in his arms and allowed him to kiss her more passionately. Their first kiss had been seen by the entire city. What would another be to the crowd?

Link reluctantly broke away. "Remember, you promised you'd wait for me."

"Forever and ever, babe." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Hey, come on cat, we gotta roll!" someone Tracy didn't recognize hollered from the bus.

"I'll call every day!" he promised, and Tracy had smiled. She waved cheerfully as he jogged toward the bus and climbed on. Link found the back window of the bus and waved at Tracy from it. She waved and waved until Link was out of sight. Tracy lost her composure and began to cry. Link rested his head on the bus window. His eyes misted, but he refused to cry. This wasn't goodbye. It was 'so long for the summer'. It was 'this is my chance to give us a better life.'

"This here's Motormouth Maybelle,"

"And I'm Corny Collins,"

"Comin' to you live at five with a countrified jive, y'all!"

"It's time for our all new program, 'Summer Break'!"

"Yeah you heard that right, y'all! Corny and I are takin' the floor so lock the door, grab the knob off the tube and twist because we about to get down with the newest-"


"latest mix! You ain't ever seen nothin' like this!"

"Bring 'em on out let's hear it for the Kids! R-r-r-role call!"

"Aw man, school is out!" Seaweed said. "But I'm Seaweed, and this here's Inez."

"And she is Amber," Inez said.

"And that's Joel," Amber said with a hint of pleasure. A tall, dark young man smiled back at her.

"And this Is IQ!" Joel said. IQ went on to introduce others until all twelve of the kids had been recognized. Tracy didn't feel sorry for herself for being unable to be on the Corny Collins show or on his and Maybelle's new show. The following year Tracy would be a senior and she would have her final year on the show. It was a dream come true to be invited on in the first place. . Had it not been for Link… Link, her Link, her beloved, blue eyed sweetheart. He promised to be back in time for her eighteenth birthday party. Tracy's eyes had landed on the phone. She hadn't heard from Link in three days. In the beginning it had been every single day, and every day slacked off to two days and now it had been three official days.

No, she thought to herself, no tears, no worry, no wait. He's tired. He's on a bus and can't call. He's doing an interview. He has to make time for rehearsal. They're talking about signing him forever! Forever? What would that mean for us? Would he forget about me never to return? No, never. He loves me. He said so. And the way he kisses! Tracy closed her eyes tightly and imagined Link's arms around her waist and his lips hovering over her own. She bit her bottom lip.

"Hey Tracy! You might want to pay attention unless you want to be the only girl in Baltimore that doesn't know how to do Inez's dance!" Penny said. Tracy opened her eyes and was ready to sheepishly concur when she fell backward over the ottoman and landed with a heavy thud on the ground. Penny was immediately by her side. Mrs. Turnblad was also there, seeming to materialized in the room. Tracy began to laugh so hard her sides hurt.

"I can't believe Tracy Turnblad fell! You're the most graceful dancer I know!"

"How is your coconut, dear?" Mrs. Turnblad said, lifting her daughter's head from the floor and running her fingers along it looking for lumps.

"I'm fine mom!" Tracy finally managed to make out. "I just can't stop laughing! I can't believe I fell! I've never fallen!"

"Yes, well, accidents can happen at any time! I want you in here early to clear out the furniture before you dance from now on. And be sure you roll up the rug, too."

"Yes ma'am," Tracy said. Penny reached down and helped Tracy to her feet. So what if Link hadn't called? He would! She had to have a little faith! It was very easy for Tracy to have faith. Her faith rode on her love for Link.

The summer had really begun to sizzle. Ice cream seemed to melt before the cone ever made it out of the truck. Mrs. Turnblad was thankful that they had an electric refrigerator and not an icebox like she had growing up. It was so hot, the ice would have melted before it made it to the box! Her mother before her had an ice house. The ice was almost always covered in hay to keep it longer. That was a method far older than most people of her time used. Mrs. Turnblad marveled at all of the modern conveniences, including her trusty electric iron. She heard the television roar to life, and she smiled to herself. Her fearless little girl had changed the world. That silly girl who danced as though her life literally depended on it. She was proud of that little girl who loved everyone unconditionally, even when it was considered wrong to do so. Mrs. Turnblad set her iron down and walked quietly toward her living room. Edna wasn't exactly aware that she wasn't quiet though she meant to be, but the girls did not seem to notice her. All of the furniture had been moved and the rug had been rolled up and set to the side. She nodded in approval. Her eyes spotted her pink rotary phone resting on a table pulled closer to them. She shook her head sadly. Edna had wanted her little girl to be happy, but deep inside she had always wondered about Link's sincerity. He was, after all, very desirable to the teens in town. He had stepped outside of his comfort zone and embraced her daughter. She had heard him say he loved Tracy, and she had seen the same look in his eye that Wilbur had adopted since their little talk. To think that evil Mrs. Von Tussel had saved their marriage instead of destroying it. Wilbur had become friskier, and Edna had felt more desireable, and life had felt so much better all-around because of one little girl. Mrs. Turnblad smiled to herself and returned to her ironing.

Penny and Tracy were watching "Summer Break". Their feet were kicking and their fingers were snapping and their hips were swaying to the music. The same introduction as always came onto the screen. It was still funny, even mid-summer, when Corny would cry out for Role Call and be cut off by Seaweed. Penny would always swoon and remark about how powerful and authoritative Seaweed was. Tracy laughed at Penny's joke the first time, until she realized that Penny wasn't joking. She really thought it was impressive and brave for him to silence an authority figure, even in a playful manner. Seaweed had told them that Corny had approved his idea for next summer's intro. They would say something different than "Role Call" each time, and it would be playful banter between Seaweed and Corny. Most shows of the time didn't stray far from the formulaic, so it was a change they both felt would shake things up and keep it fresh. Despite it being on at 5 p.m. during the summer, the ratings were through the roof.

Penny bumped into Tracy accidentally and when she looked up to apologize she noticed that Tracy had stopped dancing. Penny popped her lolly pop from her mouth.

"Tracy, come on, Seaweed is about to show the rest of Baltimore how to do his newest move! Tracy?" she asked, following her friend's gaze. Tracy was staring at the phone again. Penny frowned. Tracy sighed, and for the first time in her life she did not feel like dancing.

"Penny! I just talked to Mrs. Jamison out in the hallway! She said your mother knows you're over here. I would hurry home if I were you!" Mrs. Turnblad bellowed from the kitchen. Penny popped her lolly back into her mouth.

"Don't worry," she said, though her words were muffled. "He'll call." Tracy tried to fake a smile for Penny's sake, but it was no use. Tracy Turnblad was no liar. Penny frowned. She clasped her friend's shoulder with her hand. "He pinned you before he left and he asked you to keep it. That means something, doesn't it?"

"I hope so," Tracy said, sliding on to the couch to watch the show.

"Penny! Now!" Mrs. Turnblad called. Penny rolled her eyes and then skipped out of the room. Tracy heard the door slam behind her. She watched Seaweed singing , shaking his shoulders, rolling his neck and whipping his arms about. She could easily keep up with those moves. Keep thinkin' them up, Seaweed, she thought to herself. You won't ever stump me! Tracy smiled to herself. Penny was right. There was no need to abstain from her favorite activities. Link would call soon. He had to.

Only he didn't.

Okay, so I'm unsure as to whether anyone is even interested in hairspray fan fiction anymore, but if you come across this, let me know what you think. There is a part two already written. This story all told is 11,000+ words. Took me four hours to slap it out. The story could have been elongated during this 11k word body, but I have my own works I'm busy with, so I know it skips a lot of time, but I hope you like it anyway. There could possibly be a part 3 in the works. I haven't written it yet, but it would strictly depend on how well received the first two parts are. I'd also like to do a more modern twist on the story, but like I said, writing will depend on if there is even an interest anymore. Thanks for reading. :)