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Dedication: this story is dedicated to my family, actors in hairspray, and my best friend Rachel who helps me with my stories.

Five-year-old Tracy Turnblad skipped merrily through the halls of the church near her house.

"Give it back!" she heard a high voice say. Tracy turned the corner and saw a little girl, about her age. The little girl had red hair and wore glassed. There was a group of older kids standing around her, laughing. On of them was holding what looked like an old beat up teddy bear high above the girl's head. Tracy recognized the kid. His name was Michel Corogen. He was one of the meanest people Tracy had ever seen in her life, but Tracy was not afraid of him. She started to run over to the group. She ran over and kicked Michel as hard as she could. Michel dropped the bear and the little red head quickly picked it up and ran out of the room

"Hey, wait a minute." the girl turned around, "how's your bear?" the girl held the bear out in front of her at arms length.

"He's ok, no major owies."

"What's his name?"

"Teddy." She said as if it was completely obvious

"Why did you name him that?"

"Well, look at him, doesn't he look like a Teddy?"

"My name's Tracy Turnblad."

"Mine's Penny Pingleton. And you've already Teddy Pingleton. We just moved here "

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Yeah!" the two played on the playground until their mothers came and got them. Tracy and Penny ran over to their mothers and pulled them together.

"Mommy, this is my new best friend penny."

"And this is my new best friend Tracy."

Penny's P.O.V

Tracy and I sat at the kitchen table. The table was practically covered with wedding magazines.

"I was thinking about something like this." I said pointing to a dress in the bridal magazine. The dress was sleeveless and was tight on top. In the skirt it puffed out and went down to the floor. Tracy just rolled her eyes.

"What?" I exclaimed

"You really need to get with the times. You are way to…. traditional."

"So?"

"I'm just saying you should really update your standards."

"Why? I have been dreaming of my wedding for years, and I have always wanted to have a traditional wedding, and that is the kind of wedding I am going to have."

"Are you going to let Seaweed have any say in this?"

"No." Tracy laughed, "I mean I'll let him pick the band, and invite who he wants of course, but the other stuff I will take care of."

"Oh really?" I turned around to see Seaweed standing in the doorway. He walked over and sat down beside me. I quickly slammed the wedding dress magazine shut.

"What was that?" he asked pointing to the magazine

"Nothing."

"Come on, let me see." He said, giving me a look that always made me go weak in the knees.

"no." I said putting the magazine behind my back and running into the living room. Before I even got anywhere he grabbed me by the waist and I fell back onto the couch Seaweed on top of me.

"now, are you going to let me see." I shook my head, "alright then, I guess I will have to use my other methods to get you to give it to me."

"what other methods?" a sly grin spread across his handsome face as he raised his had and started tickling me.

"are you going to show me now?"

"n….n….no." I said while laughing

"I'll show you my tux."

"did you even get it yet?"

"so your going to show me a tux that doesn't even exist yet?" I said sitting up a little bit

"yeah."

"and how are you going to do that."

"well come a little closer and I'll tell you." Our lips met and my arms went around his neck and his around my waist, then suddenly he pulled away and jumped off the couch, the magazine that had been behind my back now in his hands.

"that was a dirty trick." I said jumping off the couch and attempting to get the magazine back which he was holding above his head. He was already about a foot taller than me.

"I know, but it was the only way I could get the magazine." He said grinning down at me. As I continued to jump in attempt to reach the magazine Link appeared in the doorway with Tracy.

"um, what are you guys doing." Asked Link

"he won't give me back the magazine," I said still trying to reach it.

"why don't you want me to see it so badly anyway?" Seaweed asked

"because I want it to be a surprise."

"oh, your one of those brides." He said grinning as he finally brought the magazine back down.

"yes and proud of it." I said as I went back into the kitchen

Seaweed and I sat in out office in our dance studio going over the final details for the dancing show that was taking place that afternoon and it was currently about 11:30. after we were sure that all the major details were taken care of we started to get ready for the show. It took us about an hour for us to make sure that everything was ready. once the kids got here we had them go into their group that we had put them in and they had gone to their designated tables we began to go around and make sure that everyone had everything they needed we were ready to start. The show went great. The children were really phenomenal. Finally the time came for Seaweed and I to do our number. Once we were done the audience broke out in thunderous applause. We called the kids back out and they all took a bow. After we got all the kids out and I began to gather out stuff when suddenly Seaweed grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him.

"you were great." Just when he was about to kiss me the sound of someone clearing their thought behind us was heard. We turned around to see a man in a suit standing there. He was just about the same height as Seaweed and had pail skin and dark hair.

"sorry to be barging in," he said with a fake apologetic manner, "my name is Jim Ryan, I'm the producer of a theater in town. We are putting on a string of musicals there and from what I saw here I would really like you," as he said this I noticed his eyes traveling over me and I realized that I was still wearing my dancing outfit, which was quite revealing, "to choreograph the shows." Seaweed agreed almost immediately. They shook hands and agreed to meet the following week, he then turned his gaze back to me. "and you'll have to bring your lovely friend." As he said this I instantly felt uneasy. I don't know what it was but there was something about this guy that made me feel nerves.

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