Fan mourns Jonas Brothers’ breakup


My boots click in pace with my anxiety as I race around the house with a cup of steaming coffee in my right hand, yelling frantically in search of my keys, when suddenly I hear a voice on the news mutter words I swore I’d never accept.

“The Jonas brothers are gathered this morning for their final performance together,” the broadcaster said.

My first thought was to break into tears because the Jonas brothers are an iconic and brilliant combination of talent, good looks and catchy tunes. My second thought was that I am a mature young adult who shouldn’t be bothered by the decision of these young boys to go their separate ways and develop individual careers. But ultimately I was in distress. My childhood, my first concert, my first loves, were now dividing into three pieces, taking a sliver of my tween hood with them.

I remember lining up in Target to buy the platinum edition of “A Little Bit Longer.” I had their fan line plugged into my phone under the contact name “Jobros.” I stared lovingly into their eyes on the posters were plastered on every square inch of my bedroom walls. Let us not forget the time I lost my voice screaming the lyrics to “Year 3000,” or the time I was given a customized hat that said “Mrs. Jonas” for my 13th birthday.

But then I grew up. I moved on. I no longer had time to idolize this Disney boy band as my life got more complicated and it was no longer appropriate for me to buy PopSugar magazine.  But I hadn’t abandoned them; I followed Nick’s solo career, forcing myself to enjoy his post-pubescent voice. But by the time they released their 2013 single “Pom-Poms,” I started to accept that maybe this band that had once been so close to my heart was going downhill. Nevertheless, I was taken aback when the brothers publicly announced their split on Good Morning America. Although it’s a shame that the boys gave up on their unified musical career, it shows that we all must go on with our lives at some point, remembering the vibrancy of our “Burning Up” glory days as we venture into adulthood, or should I say, the year 3000.