I thought somehow I could keep it all a secret...
I thought somehow I could keep it all a secret and just win the moneyI was a baby! I was sure at least I wasn't going to win Miss New Jersey, I was positiveI looked around and there was this sea of good-looking girls and they all knew what to do, and I didn't know anythingThey knew how to use hair rollers and put false eyelashes on, and I couldn't roll my hair right until I was halfway through my Miss New Jersey yearI thought, 'Oh, my God, look at their makeup,' and they had beautiful wardrobes and I had a prom dress and borrowed clothes, and so I was convinced there was no way I could ever winAnd then they were coaching me on how to sit and how to stand, even how to listen--they sent me to a model agency to learn how to walkThey didn't like the way I walkedI didn't care how I walked--I walked! I walked well enough to become Miss New Jersey, didn't I? If I don't walk well enough to become Miss America, the hell with it! But you have to glideNo! I will walk the way I walk! Don't swing your arms too much, but don't hold them stiffly at your sideAll these little tricks of the trade to make me so self-conscious I could barely move! To land not on your heels but on the balls of your feet--this is the kind of thing I went throughIf I can just drop out of this thing! How can I back out of this thing? Leave me alone! All of you leave me alone! I never wanted this in the first place! Do you see why I married you? Now do you borse gucci understand? One reason only! I wanted something that seemed normal! So desperately after that year, I wanted something normal! How I wish it had never happened! None of it! They put you up on a pedestal, which I didn't ask for, and then they rip you off it so damn fast it can blind you! And I did not ask for any of it! I had nothing in common with those other girlsI hated them and they hated meThose tall girls with their big feet! None of them giftedAll of them so chummy! I was a seriousmusic student! All I wanted was to be left alone and not to have that goddamn crown sparkling like crazy up on top of my head! I never wanted any of it! Never!"
It was a great help to him, driving home after one of those visits, to remember her as the girl she had really been back then, who, as he recalled it, was nothing like the girl she portrayed as herself in those tiradesDuring the week in September of 1949 leading up to the Miss America Pageant, when she called Newark every night from the Dennis Hotel to tell him about what happened to her that day as a Miss America contestant, what radiated from her voice was sheer delight in being herselfHe'd never heard her like that before--it was almost frightening, this undisguised exulting in being where she was and who she was and what she wasSuddenly life existed rapturously and for Dawn Dwyer aloneThe surprise of this new and uncharacteristic immoderation even made him wonder if, when the week was over, chanel jewelry necklace she could ever again be content with Seymour LevovAnd suppose she should winWhat chance would he have against all the men who set their sights on marrying Miss America? Actors would be after herMillionaires would be after herThey'd flock to her--the new life opening up to her could attract a host of powerful new suitors and wind up excluding himNonetheless, as the current suitor, he was spellbound by the prospect of Dawn's winning
