One night after his second performance, Elvis went to his dressing room, and I went to mine. Having both changed, we came out hand in hand to where the stairs went down to the main part of our suite.
We stood there for a beat, and then descended in step with each other. Immediately, the whispers rose up, “Oh my God, there he is.” “Oh my, he is gorgeous.” All of these little rumblings were audible as we cruised down the stairs together.
When we were sure all of our guests were looking up at us, we smiled in unison, revealing that both of us had blacked out our two front teeth with eyebrow pencil.
As if nothing out of the ordinary was happening we glided up to our guests and shook hands all around with the widest grin plastered on our faces. “So nice to meet you,” we said, natural as could be, trying to keep from laughing as we watched them do a double take but try to keep their cool in front of us.
It was so funny to see people’s reactions, and so we really played it up, walking around the room and meeting everyone. Elvis saying, “This is my girlfriend.”
“Some people laughed, some were afraid to laugh, which was even funnier.” 
From her book 
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A Little Thing Called Life 
