“Hate to be such a wet blanket, but maybe in the future we could just go to legal parties.” We’re going to need to get you a fake ID.” “The cops show up to this sort of thing all the time. “Jesus Christ, Yvette! What the hell just happened?” When we make it to the cross street, we’re panting and laughing, finally in the clear. I can see the red-and-white swirl of siren light at one end of the alley, so we know to keep running in the opposite direction. “Come on!” Yvette tugs my hand and we run down the hall to a clanky metal staircase that leads us to a door that opens up into an alleyway. “Police!” I hear a booming voice just on the other side of the curtain. I follow her up to the bar, where we duck under a curtain and are suddenly in a very narrow hallway. Follow me.” She grabs my hand and pushes through the dispersing crowd as the sirens approach and the music comes to an abrupt stop. “Not if you’re twenty-one,” she says, dipping away into the crowd. “Why would they be here? This isn’t illegal is it?” My stomach turns-I’m too pretty for prison! I’ve just lost track of all concept of time and space when a concerned murmur starts moving through the crowd and quickly becomes an eruption of frantically scattering bodies shouting some variation of “The cops are here! Come on, let’s go!” Yvette finds us and pours a water bottle over my head to cool me down and we just keep moving for what feels like hours, probably burning thousands of calories. Despite the intensity of the scene it actually feels amazing to move with the music and let my troubles melt away. The rest agree in unison and pull me by my arms into the center of the room, where bodies writhe around like a snake pit. “Oh, ha.” I’m glad it’s dark enough that no one can see me blush. Plus, it never hurts to make a new friend. “I am! Hi!” I consider moving her hand off my hair but she seems like she’s on a roll, and I might as well just let her do her thing. “You’re Lele Pons,” one screams over the music, stroking my hair, clearly high out of her mind. I’m taking a good look around at the spacious room cast in dark red light when a flock of girls in pseudo-hippie festival attire descends upon me with wide eyes and big smiles.
Yvette starts to let loose right away, bouncing and jerking her body around to the ntz ntz ntz of the music. So we put on the shiniest, most neon clothes we can find and take an Uber to a dark corner of downtown where everybody mulls around stealthily like vampires and meet up with Danny, who takes us to the front of the line and stamps our hands with a red smiley face. Me? A celebrity guest? Obviously I can’t say no. Yvette’s cousin Danny is a club promoter who hosts this event (a.k.a warehouse party) downtown called Cacophony (which is a fancy word for an unpleasant mixture of sounds), and Yvette says he’d love to have me there as a celebrity guest.
It sounds horrible, and it kind of is horrible, but also pretty fun in a YOLO sort of way. People pay money to dance for hours on end pressed up against sweaty strangers while getting their eardrums blown out by blasting techno music. Have you ever been to a warehouse party? Well, now I have, and I’m here to tell you that they are insane. “The police showed up? Man, Lele is hard core.” And you’d be right to say this, because it’s true, I am hard core, but that’s not the point of this story. You know, like when I’m about to sneeze and know I’m going to make the most ridiculous face, or when I lose my hand-eye coordination and spill my drink everywhere, or when the police show up-I miss the days when I was invisible. “When have I ever been a normal high school girl? And besides, I got this.”Īlthough I have to admit, sometimes the attention is a bit too much to handle and I want to scream out: “Hey! Shine the spotlight over there! Nothing to see over here, folks!” and then run home into the comforting, humbling arms of my mom and dad. “You’re still a normal high school girl, Lele, don’t let your head get too big.” Mom and Dad keep reminding me that fame can be a double-edged sword-which I think means it can be awesome but can also hurt you if you’re not careful?-and to always stay grounded. Either way, whatever party I attend, I’m never ignored. Remember when I used to go to parties and get mercilessly ignored? Well, now I get invited to parties hosted by celebrities like Kendall Jenner, and sometimes I even get invited to parties being thrown in my honor.
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