“I met Nick Lau during the fall quarter of the 2015-2016 school year. I was a first year at UCI and attended a college party with a friend. He was intoxicated and flirted with me but I expressed my disinterest. Later in the night he slapped my behind while laughing. I told him not to touch me. He later groped my behind while walking past me. When I confronted him again he blamed it on the ‘tight space’ between the people in the house, but I knew it was just a lame attempt to make physical contact. I avoided him the rest of the night and went home. I mostly saw him during social gatherings/parties, most of which consisted of him drinking and being obnoxious. He had no respect for personal space as he did the same with other girls. I can’t remember all the details of when and where, but he slapped my butt again one night and after telling him more than once to stop, I punched him and told him to ‘f*** off.’ He then remembered me as ‘the girl who punched him,’ and would jokingly refer to it whenever he saw me to anyone around us. He’d tell his friends, ‘Did you know she punched me once?’ and I would reply with ‘you know why.’ And he would laugh about it as if it were funny — it wasn’t. My experience with Nick is just like any other with people I consider perverts, douchebags, and assholes. I take it with a grain of salt because it happens all the time, but with recent allegations involving Nick (I’ve been in contact with numerous people who he’s also sexually harassed) some cases are far more severe than mine and should not be swept under the rug. I share my experience in hopes that it truly reflects how horrible of a person Nick is, as it is only a piece of a larger puzzle involving other victims’ stories.”
“He picked me up early in the afternoon, and we went out to eat and run errands, and then ended up at Costco. At Costco, he would slap/grab my butt a couple times but I didn’t want to seem like I was making a big deal so I just laughed it off.
While at Costco we stopped by the alcohol aisle and I mentioned that I didn’t drink at the party the previous night, so I wouldn’t mind drinking that day, but I was also tired from pulling an all nighters. Once we got back to his house afterwards, he offered me vodka (Apple Ciroc) and cranberry juice. He kept egging me on, saying that I’d bragged that I knew how to drink but I was only taking small swigs or drinking slowly.
I wanted to seem cooler since he kept flexing his relationships with these industry people that I wanted to work with/for — I just went along with it.
I was sitting on his bed and super exhausted at that point, and he was playing Overwatch. Things got really blurry from there but I remember being bored and on the verge of blacking out so I kept asking him to talk to me or something.
I only remember bits and pieces after — I think he got in bed with me and put on Family Guy. Then he, started cuddling me or something, and I vaguely remember a conversation about my boobs.
Everything from there is black. I don’t remember anything at all. I just know I was drunk and I fell asleep at some point.
My bra was off but my clothes were on.
I don’t remember the state of my shorts.
I have fading details here and there.
I don’t even remember waking up, just me screaming at him. According to him, I’d just fallen asleep and he’d woken me up because he needed to go do something and wanted me to go home. I don’t remember why I was just totally hysterical and trying to fight him while he grabbed my arm.
When I accused him of raping me, he just said he was drunk too and I came onto him and that I was a crazy bitch. Then he continued to say that that was the reason why certain industry people (aforementioned) would never care for me and that if I ever talked about this incident that I might as well give up all of those friends and opportunities.
I fled his house. I only realized my bra was off because he threw it at me at that time. His housemate was a bystander, and I was still nearly blackout drunk and hysterical. I’m pretty sure Nick called my best friend to come get me right before I fled, saying that I was crazy at that point too.
I still don’t remember very much at this point since I was still drunk, but I called the police then. Details got mixed up at the time and I declined for a further investigation, believing everyone’s words that maybe because I was drunk, it wasn’t Nick’s fault.
“Roughly a week to ten days after the rape, I was using the restroom when a used condom fell out of me. The only person it could’ve belonged to was Nick. I was so horrified I immediately disposed of it, but to this day I regret denying an investigation and rape kit because that would’ve put him in jail.”
“It’s been rough but I’m so grateful that I can speak about this now.
This is the first time I’ve spoken on this in full. I always replayed the incident to myself, wondering what I could’ve done differently or where it all went wrong.
That’s a common misconception that a lot of people bought into, including me: Nick isn’t popular, hes well known and liked at a surface level because of his self-inflated connections.
He buys into DJs favor by giving them Adidas or acting like he’s more familiar with those DJs friends. He basically social climbs his connections to the industry.
Many people liked or tolerated him because they trusted the judgement of other people — and since the music industry is so male-dominated, many of them either didn’t see Nick’s creepy behavior, brushed it off as him just flirting, or straight up ignored it because they weren’t involved, didn’t want to cause drama, or didn’t have proof themselves.
I had one friend who told me that Nick had assaulted their friend too when I confided in him about the rape, and yet they continued to maintain cordial.
Nobody wanted to be the whistleblower because nobody knew who was going to take whose side. Thanks to Olivia we all know everyone was actually just waiting on each other.”