#Jonas Brothers show tickets

[newwayfeed]

Get ready to rock with the Jonas Brothers in Philly – Tickets on sale now!

[nicole-kidmans-wigs]

Yesterday when i was complaining about not getting eras tickets to my parents my dad said you should try being a fan of someone else whose concert you can actually go to like you should try shutting the fuck up!!!!! You MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don’t GET IT

[suchananewsblog]

How much is the cheapest Jonas Brothers Broadway ticket?

Vivid Seats is the New York Post’s official ticketing partner. We may receive revenue from this partnership for sharing this content and/or when you make a purchase. The Jonas Brothers have created a frenzy. Following the announcement of their exclusive five-night, career-spanning Broadway residency where they’ll play a different album in its entirety each night culminating with a performance of…

[southconfessionpark]

STOP PORTRAYING KENNY AS A MISOGYNISTIC FUCKBOY! just look at the jonas brothers episode and the way he treated tammy, he respected her boundaries, was happy to find out she has been with other boys (no misogynist would do that), he bought tickets for her so things could naturally happen and tolerated all the disney bullshit, he never forced himself on her. HE WOULD NEVER MISTREAT WOMEN THE WAY FICS SHOW HIM DOING IT, jfc, you guys have a bad perspective on poor people.

[gassyandnasty]

Could you make one for Nick Jonas on the backstage series?

Backstage - Nick Jonas

When I heard about the new Jonas Brothers Tour, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to meet Nick. I scrolled through videos, and they were as fine as ever, specially him, so when they came to my city, I had to get the tickets.

The day of the concert came and of course I watched, all of them looked hot. Tight leather pants, pits out, the lights reflecting the drops of sweat, hypnotizing. When the concert ended, chaos followed them back to the hotel, so I took advantage of that to sneak in.

Luckily the window for his room was open, so I hid, waiting for him to come in. I heard footsteps and laughter, must be him and his brothers, then the door opened.

"Gosh, I'm so TIRED." It was Nick, my heart almost stopped. I could see through the crevices of the closet. He took his shirt off and sat on his bed, his hairy chest bare, all sweaty from the concert.

He got up and opened the closet where I was, and he jumped. "Who the fuck are you?! I'll call security!" The only thing I could focus on was how his guns flexed when he was talking mad at me.

"Uhm... Nick... I'm a big fan, could you give an autog-" I was about to say, when he cut me off.

"I was about to call security, but you seem like those inoffensive fags... How about you lick the sweat off me first?" Nick says, showcasing his sweaty and hairy pits for me, and it had a strong odor... strong as the manly man he is.

I couldn't resist and lost no time: I burried my face on his left pit and started to lick. The hair on it tickled my tongue and the salty taste of his sweaty covered my whole face, while the strong B.O overpowered my senses.

I felt his hand on the back of my head pressing me further into his pits, while I heard from afar: "That's right... lick it clean, faggot." He mocked while I did the same job. He might thought that he was humiliating me, but little did he know that I was having the time of my life.

When he felt my job was done on the left, he roughly pushed my face into his right pit. "You are not leaving til both are clean, haha." He mocked while I did the same job. I was liking it, but his pits were so ripe that I was slowly losing my senses, getting on my knees.

"Haha, too much for you, stupid sissy?" He taunted while towered over me. "Why don't you try a dose of this, then?" Nick turned around and revelad his plump jean-clad ass, that I was oogling on the whole concert.

"Been holding that since the beginning of the show... HNNNGG"

PBBBPBPBPBPBPBPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPBPBPBPBPBPBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTRRTTT!!

I could notice it was stuck, cause he forced it out and it came really deep and loud, lasting for more than I could handle. While the fart exploded and rumbled on my face, I slowly passed out, only hearing his laughter in the end.

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I'll be posting mini stories like this about a crazy fan who discovers his idols are gassy hogs. You guys can suggest me who should I do next.

[ninyard]

whenever you have a moment for some oc yappery i'd love to hear more abt Paris

you asked for it here's paris (ilovehimilovehimilovehim)

-- paris antonis

-- 25

-- backliner on the same team as lilya, also hoping to get signed for the us court but keeps getting that disappointing phone call that says not this year

— transferred from edgar allan to usc after his first year

Paris. 6'2, he's got big arms and a bigger heart. his hair is buzzed, he has more tattoos than he can count, and always has something in his anxious hands. he’s a seriously empathetic person - if you’re upset, there’s a good chance he’ll end up crying with you. he’s sensitive, a little bit paranoid, and he probably doesn’t trust you.

Paris was scouted for the Ravens from his high school team - he played exy from pretty much the time he could walk. star player, captain of the team, with his recognisable smile and even more recognisable laugh, he was offered a position on the raven lineup, and of COURSE he was going to take it. his wardrobe got darker, more and more people clapping hands on his back saying congratulations, man. they’re the best of the best. you’ll fit right in.

he remembers clearly the last time he saw most people from his hometown - his best friend clare, who pulled at the collar of his black tshirt and asked if this was the new normal. his coach, who shook his hand and wished him luck, not after showing him the picture of him they were printing out to put in the halls of his high school. his little brother jonas, who made him promise to call. who made him promise to send letters and postcards. his older sister sasha, who promised him she’d watch every game. his mom who cried as she watched him leave. his dad who finally told him he was proud of him.

the last time paris smiled in edgar allan was in the minutes where he waited to be escorted to the nest by a raven. paris stood up to shake the girls hand, who only looked at his outstretched palm and told him to follow her.

the next few months were the worst months of his life. he met lilya, who seemed to fit in already, even though she arrived the day before he did. they were partners from the beginning. paris learned the rules of the nest very quickly, and very painfully.

he cried for his mom at the end of his first week. he stopped crying after a month.

there was not a part of him that didn’t change. he became a robot, a shell of himself, a machine that only cared about exy, that lived and breathed edgar allan. happy, smiley paris became this shadow of himself. he forgets what his own voice sounds like when he’s not scared, or tired. he wakes up afraid most of the time.

paris has a scar on his bicep that stretches from just below his arm pit to just above his elbow from some hazing ritual in his second month in EAU. he’s really self conscious about it, because it healed in a messy jagged line - every time he thought it had healed he’d be back on the court and it’d just split back open again. it was the first thing he covered up when he started getting tattoos the summer that he left the nest.

his story goes a little like this then, afterwards; he called his mom the night that he left. while he took a cab as far away as he could, she bought him a plane ticket home.

he didn’t last long back in his hometown.

he couldn’t speak to his family, their pleas for him to talk to them quietly ignored with a shake of his head. his dad noticed the scar across his cheek first, from Paris’ first fight, and his sister was the first to see the awful scar on the back of his calf from where a helmet had been thrown at him and broken skin so badly it needed stitches. his little brother touched the scar on his arm and asked what happened. Paris bought his ticket to California that night, when he’d only been home for a week.

he realised something about himself had well and truly fundamentally changed when he smiled a couple of months into training and adjusting to life at usc; he was having lunch with his teammates, and a joke was said, and he smiled. unintentional, but newly unnatural. a first year goalkeeper nudged him and said, “i think that’s the first time i’ve seen a real smile on your face you since you got here.”

popular, happy, sportsmanship awarding winning Paris, Paris with the pretty smile, Paris with the laugh that you’d recognise from a mile away. Paris who graduated high school as the most likely to become a comedian, most likely to make you laugh, his peers parents’ favourite friend. clare used to tell him off for making her smile when she was down - now? now his own smile no longer reached his eyes, the impulse to laugh buried beneath a single year worth of beatings and suppression. now his teammates were only noticing his first smile, three months into his time at USC.

Paris is paranoid, Paris has to read over documents a hundred times to make sure the terms are okay, Paris doesn’t trust people anymore. he used to be known for being that guy who would tell his friends to give someone the benefit of the doubt, to give someone a chance, to not judge a book by its cover. now he feels like he's skeptical of everyone he meets.

he’s afraid of someone knowing his secrets, he’s afraid of spilling secrets. he never got back into contact with his family once he left for california, except for the odd “im alive” text he sends to his sister once every couple of months. maybe sometime in the future, when he feels like himself again, he'd reach out and make amends, but he can’t let them see him like this. he can’t bear to have his mother look at him the way she did when he first came home. like she doesn’t recognise her own son anymore, like she’s raised this sweet boy and he’s turned himself into a soulless monster.

Paris doesn’t really label his sexuality, but he feels like queer fits him best.

things change for him eventually. he starts to feel like himself again. he smiles more, letting people in, and sometime by the end of his third year he’s heard his true laugh again. it takes him a long time to heal from that year in Edgar Allan, but it’s a slow and painful process, and a very lonely one. but he gets there eventually, with people by his side pushing him forward every step of the way.

there's some more stuff about paris here and here and under my ocs tag but if i dont stop i'll just keep talking about him forever <3

[jellybracelet]

22 & 32 ! —alius

22. Who was your childhood favorite music artist?

THE JONAS BROTHERS

And when I was a teenager I was a huge Belieber, fan twitter and all... I won M&G tickets on the RADIO and I met j Biebs in 2012. Hailey bieber was at the show with me and I talked to her at length outside. Justin was still w/ Selena at the time, it was crazyyy

23. How often do you do your laundry?

About once a week

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[shit-talk-turner]

If she wanted to she could have easily bought a ticket for his show with her lunch money though, they're not too expensive as he is playing a mix of smaller venues and festivals. I think she must not do very much because she always has to have her schedule clear for Alex you know? Like I wondered if maybe she doesn't even enjoy going to live music because she never posts about it, but in the past she went to TLSP at least. If she wanted to see Miles or anyone else she would need to buy tickets in advance or else pay a mark up from resellers, but if she is always waiting for Alex to send for her she wouldn't necessarily know if she was able to go or not. I suppose it's for the best that Louise only likes music from artists who are dead or not touring, I cannot imagine being a musician who never attends concerts though. Even Alex who sees many performances through his work at festivals also goes to see musicians he enjoys like the Strokes or the band Whitney or Father John Misty. Maybe instead of Gainsbourg Louise actually wishes she could go see Taylor Swift but Alex won't pay for the expensive tickets! // Lunch money 😂😂😂😂

But yeah, I do actually think that Louise is secretly Harry Styles and Taylor Swift kinda girl. I'm pretty sure she doesn't really enjoy listening to someone like Nina Simone or Patsy Cline or other great musicians that Alex likes. I think she just keeps the facade for Alex, you know to be his "soulmate" and be "cool" in his eyes. But secretly she puts Jonas Brothers on full volume in her apartment😂

Doubt she even listens to AM to be honest...

^

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I just want to know what went in their heads when rm and his team decided to release this (very) laid back slow paced song with 6 min length as a pre release track and then send to US radio?

Well, there's the possibility that it was sent to radio not for charting exclusively, but also to give the song a bigger audience. I'm sure namjoon is not expecting a #1 or anything of the sort, sometimes they might just be looking for some exposure and that's all.

That being said, I genuinely believe neither the members nor the company have a clue to what can really grab people's attention in the US. I immediately thought of bangpd telling txt that the Jonas brothers collab was gonna be a "top 10 hit"... Like what were they on....

So, I don't know what are Namjoon's expectations particularly, but I do know that hybe (or even scooter) seem unable to read or understand the trends in music or the things people are into.

I also just remembered yoongi saying that someone from staff had told him he could've sold stadiums for his tour, after seeing how his shows sold out. And I thought that was so delusional 😭 just because you've sold out 2 shows for 40k or even less (total) doesn't mean you're going to sell 80k tickets.

[boundtobreakk]

I saw the Jonas Brothers on Tuesday and Wednesday. When I tell y’all I bought Row 1 tickets by the B Stage at 4:28pm the day of Tuesday’s show……..I did not expect it to start off with Joe coming straight to me and waiting for me to put my phone in my hand with my drink so I’d have a free hand for him to do this. I — like what????? This man has been my fave since I was 13 and I’m 31 now. My delusions became reality when I legit least expected it 😭😭😭

[had1dgigi]

@jcdam

So what does a girl gotta do to get some Jonas Brothers tickets? date you? cause i'm pretty sure i already done that part, no, i am kidding, besides your shows are probably sold out right? so have a good time for me, while i am here working my ass off.

[romansroys]

the jonas brothers sang please be mine (my favorite song ever that they pretend doesn't exist) tonight at a show i almost bought tickets to and talked myself out of

not sure if i'm angrier at me or them

[womenareonline]

For the love of art (or lack of)

​​I was supposed to see the Jonas brothers in Barcelona on May 25th but they postponed the show this week. They switched the date to September and God only knows where I’ll be in September after my visa expires in July (Buenos Aires, Barcelona, Ireland? Who knows). I grew up listening to the Jonas Brothers since I was 12 and now at 28 I was excited to see them again with the eyes of a full grown-up. Bought the tickets with my own money for the first time and was going by myself. Full grown-up shit. But they postponed the tour. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I was heartbroken and disappointed by this band. I spent a good 3 hours in 2013 crying on my bedroom floor while their albums played on repeat after they announced their break up. I don’t hold grudges but maybe I should. Maybe I should learn to not trust artists who care more about money than the art or their audience.

(Beautiful picture I took at 13 when I saw them live in 2009)

Has art always been like this? Who can sell more vinyl variants? Who can charge more for a 2-second meeting and a photo? Who can sell more designs with their face on it? Has art always been about…capitalism? Has art always been like this and I've been living in a naive state? Art is supposed to be about…art, right? About passion, sharing, community, and just art. Art is supposed to be what saves us in this capitalist society. Don't we rely on art to help us understand the current stay of society, or take our mind off it? Isn’t art supposed to be above capitalism? Isn’t art supposed to be what rebels against the status quo? 

I don’t know what’s art without money. I pay for Spotify, I buy concert tickets, I pay for museum tickets (unless you live in Barcelona and they are free on Sunday sometimes), I buy books, and pay for Netflix, HBO, etc (well my dad does).  There is no art without money and I get it. Because artists and the industry need to pay the bills like you and I. But have artists gone above all of this? What happened to artists and art? Is art ten versions of the same vinyl? Is art paying for a picture with the artists? 

(This one is from 2013, you can tell by the filter)

I’ve been getting worked up about the state of the art and capitalism for a while now. I don’t know if I’m more aware or if it has gotten worse over the years. I am not surprised about the Jonas Brothers because I’ve been watching it get worse and worse over the years. They are using the nostalgia the pandemic gave us to make the comeback and get more money. I agreed to it because I was feeling nostalgic and was happy to relieve my teen years for a few hours. But it feels fake. Because the naivety I had when I was 13 and didn’t know about capitalism and money is no longer there. I have grown up and seen that art is not about art. Music is no longer about enjoying a moment and doing what you love. It’s about how we can squeeze more money out of people and capitalize on nostalgia from them. It’s about moving a “silly” tour because they need time to do other stuff (and get more money, of course!). It’s about using that nostalgia to say: who cares! They’ll stay, pay money, and come to watch us play anyway if we move it! 

(so artistic)

I appreciate what they gave me in my adolescent days. They were the first band I truly enjoyed and became a fan for a really long time. But Lorde did say “Cause all the music you loved at sixteen, you'll grow out of”. And I am growing out of it. But I keep the young mentality of believing music is about music, and art is about passion. 

[shedidntevenswear]

Dont take this as Jonas Brothers hate because I’m literally going to their show tonight, but its really funny that they are kind of doing their own Eras tour but the key difference is that Taylor’s latest music has been so good and well received that it has reignited love for her older stuff because people are revisiting and realizing how good she’s always been, while for the Jonas Brothers its more that their newest stuff kinda flopped so they knew the only way to sell tickets was to assure people they would be playing their actual good albums at the show.

[mayravilloso]

I will be seeing the Jonas Brothers live in three months since I have tickets for both shows in argentina and I’m SO.FUCKING.EXCITED

[cardsharksplayingames]

Only working three days this week, going to NYC, seeing the Jonas Brothers, last 3 LA shows, a small chance to get more eras tickets for NOLA..... it’s going to be good week