We all hope to provide wonderful childhood experiences for our kids, but Thursday night was probably a Fairytale Fantasy for my 9 year old daughter. The stage was set perfectly. I scored some “friends and family tickets” to the Jonas Brothers Concert at the outdoor Concord Pavilion in California. THANK YOU SUE!!!!
Frankly, I've paid no attention to the Jonas Brothers and the music does nothing for me. But after thinking the Hannah Montana tour wouldn’t interest my daughter (and being WRONG) I thought I might make up for it.
The evening was beyond perfect:
My daughter, two of her friends and a girlfriend of mine arrive at 7PM.
The girls are already screaming outside gates.
Upon arrival we are ushered to our seats, in “the pit”, only 7 rows from the front of the stage.
We already feel like Rock Stars.
Our section is not at all full, so the girls are free to move around and get right up to the stage ramp way that juts out from the main stage.
The audience is filled with girls between the ages of 9 and about 15 and a few tag-along brothers. Waves of shrill screams escalate in the crowd in response to random text messages that appear on large screens saying “Scream if you luv Nick” or “How excited are you to see the Jo Bros?”
Demi Lovado is the opening act
I have no idea who this girl is but she is talented, gorgeous and has perfectly choreographed rock star moves. My god, she is ridiculously young! Who is this gal?
Apparently she got her start on Barney.
The purple dude?
The girls are beyond enchanted.
My daughter is strutting up and down our semi private aisle as if SHE is Demi. She is smiling and pursing her lips to the entire stadium behind us as if they are cheering HER talent. Ahh fantasy is so wonderful!
Next, the Jonas Brothers finally come onto the stage in a dramatic Oz like pyrotechnic entrance. I am taking in the spectacle of it all.
To me, it’s a study in creative, mass audience seduction and entertainment. The moves are practiced down to the exact moment they each reached their arms in the air; the lights, the 12 piece band, the stunts… you have to admire these boys for their musical talent even if you are not rocking out like the rest of the audience.
After about 5 songs, I ask a young girl in front of me, “Who is Nick?” (He is the only name I know… His name must have filtered into my brain somehow. I am such a loser).
“That one” she points to the youngest looking boy with the little eyes and turned up nose.
“That one? You’re kidding!”
I would have never guessed.
I love it. The understated quite one gets the girls.
I mean, I know he isn't the obviously cute one (Joe).
The Moms in the audience are drooling over Joe. 
Gosh that boy has some serious bedroom eyes, a gorgeous jaw line and he knows how to work the audience. I feel guilty for even looking. He has barely bloomed. I mean, he has barely enough testosterone to have a bicep for god’s sake!
Anyway… the girls are having a blast and they reach out desperately as the boys walk by. A mom touches Kevin and she bursts into tears.
What planet am I on???
I see the moment my daughter gets her hands on Kevin. 
I am thrilled for her.
Later, the boys hose the audience down with shaving cream or a fire retardant of some sort. There is foam everywhere.. my friend and I are soaked. 
The girls are ecstatic.
At the very end, I notice the very cute bass player (Not a JoBro) reach down and touch my daughter’s hand.
She runs over to me.
“Mom!!!!! He gave me his guitar pick!!!!!!”
That tops it off.
She will never recover.
Carla Morton, CEO
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