Last Thursday night, I was sipping free prosecco on a 210-foot yacht named the Hornblower Infinity, awaiting the arrival of the Jonas Brothers. We were docked close to the PNC Bank Arts Center in Holmdel, New Jersey, where Nick, Kevin, and Joe had just played their first hometown show in three years. Now they were running late, in part because the yacht had to relocate after too many people found out about the after party and stormed the marina. On the floor below me, one of the attendees—telling anyone who would listen that she was in a Jonas Brothers music video—was already throwing up in the bathroom.
The day before, the Jonas Brothers’ publicist emailed me to ask if I wanted to exclusively cover the band’s “sexy” after party on a yacht, and almost as an afterthought, to attend their concert. When the JoBros make you an offer it’s hard to say no, so I scrapped my pre-existing plans and agreed to meet her at the corner of 12th and A the next night, where a black Suburban would be sent by the label to drive us to Holmdel.
Source – Noisey (Read full article at source)