There’s beauty to Chasing Happiness that my 13-year-old self wouldn’t have been able to grasp. I don’t think even my crushed-over-their-breakup 17-year-old self could grasp it. Maybe, like Chasing Happiness suggests, you just have to go a certain way and develop on your own before you can see certain things.
Just like a lot of women my age, the Jonas Brothers were a big part of my life at a certain point. It wasn’t something I followed on my own; it’s very likely that I wouldn’t have cared for them at all if it wasn’t for my little sister. Nonetheless, she was hooked the moment she was introduced to their music (to the point I scoured half the world to find a copy of Be Mine), and admittedly, I fell in love, too. We’d hang out in the living room, singing out loud as we played Tonight, Fly With Me or Paranoid (the clips Disney Channel had here) over and over and over again on telly. It was… magical.
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