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By day, I slouched in the second-to-last row of AP Government and tried to make myself invisible. At night, I changed selves with a pair of black (p)leather pants that squeaked when I sat down. I smeared makeup all over my face, and if I avoided direct light, I was Monet pretty. A fog of hairspray, a flash flood of drugstore perfume and sticky lip gloss completed my disguise for Thursday night out at Tempo in Encino.