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To some extent, I was used to growing up in public.
I was a pastor’s kid, so eyes were always on me, even then.
It just ended up being some weird slapstick humor that only a 10-year-old would laugh at. I had to shave every day because they wanted me to pretend like I was 16 when I was 20 (when the show was done, I cut my hair off and grew as much of a beard as I could).
I’d stand there, watching the singer running around the stage, owning the crowd. If I ever didn’t want to go to church on Sunday, or when I was trying to figure out what religion I wanted to be, or trying to understand spirituality, I would always have to deal with knowing that people were looking up to me.
So we wrote a song together in the living room called “Please Be Mine,” which we thought would just be for Nick.
But when our dad heard us, he said we should play it for David Massey, who was A&R-ing Nick’s project at the time.
I went to school until about seventh grade, before my parents decided to homeschool us. Was pretty good with science, and I was great at music class. When Nick was 7, he began singing everywhere—in the house, in the hair salon even, which is where he was discovered.
We never really had an idea of making music together, but years later when Nick was working on his debut album, Nicholas Jonas, Kevin and I genuinely wanted to write with him.
For a few years, my two brothers, our father, our backup band, and I drove around in a van from city to city, playing any venue that would have us—schools, churches, bat mitzvahs—while our mother stayed at home to take care of our youngest brother, Frankie. We opened up for the Veronicas, who had a club crowd, and we had to prove to those crowds that we could really play. It was always a struggle because every single night we were walking into hate.