LOST BOSTON VIRGINITY: “2007.”
I don’t really remember my first time at RISE, but I’ll try my best. It started on a hazy-blazy summer evening on a porch in Allston. From Kyle’s stopped car on the street below I hear: “YO ORCHARD LOUNGE AT RISE TONIGHT! ALL-NIGHT PARTY. COME RAGE!” Zoom… Three hours later my friend Lucia and I have climbed onto two tables in the second story dance floor, water bottles in hand, huge smiles on our faces, dancing pretty explicitly to a bass-heavy track that is so loud it feels like the whole club is shaking with my hips—so loud it drowns out random dude screaming at us (thank God). Looking down through clouds and lasers, I see Kyle watching us dancing up there, a slew of waving hands hailing us on. Reality check: what do I look like right now?! If the next three years continue in this EDM direction, things are going to get pretayy, pretayyy, pretayyyyy crazy.