I'm More Than A Bonus Jonas, Dad!

My dad calls me the "Bonus Jonas." This is where I prove to him that I'm the most important Jonas. Email me at thebestjonasisme (at) gmail!

Wow! I got an email! I guess I can take a break from building a house of Doritos (like a house of cards, but you get to eat it if it falls down) to answer some Qs.

Nilina writes:

“Frankie, I miss you. I wish you would update your blog more often. I am going to ask you questions in hopes that you will answer them on your blog and bring meaning and validation to my life.
So the Disney Jonas show is currently shooting - are you playing a part on it?”

Yes, at one point there is a flashback scene to the Other Brothers in
King Arthur’s court. I make a short appearance as a foolish jester,
but I’m only on screen for a couple seconds before Joe yells at me and
throws an apple at my head while saying “BE GONE!”

“Has your life lost any meaning since the non-stop touring actually stopped? How are you filling your days?”

I’ve started 100 new webkinz accounts, so I keep pretty busy. Also,
cleaning the house is a lot of work, because the Bros and my dad just
drop stuff on the ground for me to pick up.

“Do you home-school?”

Kind of. My dad says I’m in “permanent detention”.

“What’s the word on Camp Rock 2? Certainly you must overhear your brothers talking about it when they think you’re asleep on their pile of dirty clothes. Will you play a part?”

I can’t give away too much of the plot, but it involves an archery
contest, “poison bug juice,” and yours truly playing “sick camper 3”.
They might let me puke on screen!

“Are you going to approach Disney and try to get a development deal of your own without your brothers knowing?”

Usually when we’re around the Disney execs, no one looks down at me,
so it’s hard to get their attention. Maybe if I ask for some stilts or
really tall boots or something for Christmas, I could have a shot at
talking to someone. But last Christmas, Santa couldn’t find me because
he got confused from me traveling all the time. At least that’s what
dad told me.

“What do you think about Trace Cyrus? He’s on tour right now with his band Metro Station and he kinda reminds me of you what with being the brother of a touring Disney star. Did you ever meet him on the Best of Both Worlds tour?”

Yeah, we’ve met before, but he’s a real downer, always talking about
being neglected and mistreated. No one wants to hear that junk.

“How are your Webkinz? Do you buy them special clothes? Are any of them excited that Chinese Democracy finally came out today?”

My webkinz are all Metallica fans, so they didn’t really care about
Chinese Democracy. I bought them all shirts that said “Frankie’s No.
1” But then my brother’s kept saying “Haha, look, Frankie’s no one!”
So I got rid of the shirts :(

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