The Gift Of Hairspray Chapter 1: December 1962, a hairspray fanfic

The Gift Of Hairspray

Chapter 1

Tracy Turnblad usually woke up to the sounds of her hometown of Baltimore, Maryland, and knew it was a symphony, the song of a Baltimore morning. But today would be a different symphony, a symphony she always looked forward to the other eleven months of the year. Today she woke up to the sounds of the song "Do You Hear What I Hear" playing downstairs. She immediately popped into the bathroom to attend to her beautifully, newly straightened brunette hair with blonde highlights, which she slipped a beautiful hair band into; pure white lined with holly berries. She slipped into an A-line dress, a pure passionate red lined in white, and white go-go boots, the same ones she wore when Inez Stubbs won her victory at Corny Collins' Miss Teenage Hairspray Pageant, televised all throughout Baltimore two months earlier, the same day The Corny Collins Show was officially integrated. The same day she, too, had won a victory, officially winning over the most beautiful young man to ever be on The Corny Collins Show…Link Larkin.

She went downstairs to the breakfast table, where her mother, Edna, was cooking her a feast she always cooked at the first day of this particular month. She usually was too excited to eat each morning, but she always looked forward to this particular bounty of Banana Walnut-Cinnamon Pancakes, sautéed Polska Kielbasa sausage, Canadian Bacon, and Kona Coffee with cream, cinnamon and nutmeg, all topped off with a "Good Morning, Tracy, dear!" from her mother, and a "Good Mornin', kiddo!" from her father, Wilbur, and kisses abounding.

What surprises awaited her this day? The first morning of this month brought snow (which her mother quickly reminded her to get fully prepared for, not particularly approving of her dress), every shop she passed by on her way to school lined with massive amounts of red, green, gold and silver, the record players inside singing songs of peace, beauty, goodwill toward all humankind. To Tracy, this was a symphony that blew all other symphonies she heard throughout the town of Baltimore away. It was a special symphony that spread love throughout Baltimore as the townspeople waved and said "Hello, Tracy! Good luck on the show! Dance your best today, Tracy!"

She tasted the snowflakes on her tongue, felt the crisp wind blow in the breeze, and slipped into the warm school bus, snuggling into her coat, dreaming of the wonderful things she and Link would do this year. Sitting in front of the fire, listening to rich, warm music, sipping hot cocoa with chocolate chips and whipped cream, snuggling and telling each other the loveliest things… eating her mother's steaming gingerbread, decorating the whole house in the loveliest colors…Link wearing a warm, snuggly green sweater (hopefully his mother wouldn't make him wear something babyish embroidered on it, though).

The bus passed by the midst of town, where there stood a beautiful, massive tree, decorated in silver and gold decorations of phenomenal proportions. As the bus passed, it illuminated with the most beautiful lights. Tracy and the other kids ooohhhed and ahhhed….

Merry Christmas, Baltimore, Tracy thought with a smile.