He had signed a lot of brother bands—Oasis, Good Charlotte—and when we went in and sang the song for him, he told us he wanted to sign us as a group.
That was definitely our first major love shown by Disney, and I think it might have been a trial to see whether they should give us a show of our own, and they did.
For a few years, my two brothers, our father, our backup band, and I drove around in a van from city to city, playing any venue that would have us—schools, churches, bat mitzvahs—while our mother stayed at home to take care of our youngest brother, Frankie. We opened up for the Veronicas, who had a club crowd, and we had to prove to those crowds that we could really play. It was always a struggle because every single night we were walking into hate.
Sometimes people flipped us off, threw water bottles at us.
We even did a Good Housekeeping story with our mom where we were wearing these horrible pastels. Disney made us more famous than we ever knew we could be.
During concerts, when we’d want to play a new song or have an intimate moment, the screaming could be so overwhelming that we’d have to tell the crowd to calm down and enjoy the moment.