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Nick dreams of Jesus and his final week going towards the cross. Brian is worried about his friends fighting because of secret societies trying to control the music business and trying to control Kevin and Howie.

Note: Religious quotes from the Bible with some personal variation, and also some possibly REAL, SERIOUSLY REAL Conspiracy theories. It is debated how close BSB has been to the NWO elite or any secret societies at all, but it is only for entertainment and to encourage adults and younger readers to do more research for the rest of the fanfic. Thank you.

3/31/2006

31-34 AD-CE

Jesus at the age of 33, rode a donkey into the Jersulaeum.

"Sahlom! Sahlom! Sahlom!" His followers and disciples chanted. "WE LOVE YOU JESUS, YOU ARE THE MESSIAH! THE CHRIST!" They said, they believe it too. Then the High preists and Pharesies walked up to him. "Prove you are the Messiah. Why does this crowd cheer for you?" He asked. "I am the Messiah! If I did not speak, the rocks alone would cheer for me." He said with a smile of delight.
In a red and white rhobe and a blue, black, and white prayer shaw to show he was a Rabbi or at least consider himself one.

"HA! You claimed you could rebuild the temple within three days after it was destroyed!" The High Preist Caiophesis yelled at him, he should have known, Jesus was staying like a couple blocks away from him in the Upper Room for Passover. "I can, soon you and the whole world and Jersulaeum and even my Disciples will see." He announced. The crowd cheered in glee.

"RING! RING! RING! RING!" My cell phone rang.

It read. "Brian Littrell" then his number from Kentucky, which meant it was his cell phone.

"What is going on, Brian?" I asked. "I am worried about Howie and Kevin." He called me with a worried sound in his voice. "He got worried because some NWO guys were bothering him that run the music business. Of chorse, he said "no"; HE LOVES US AND OUR FANS, AND FAMILIES TOO MUCH!" Brian cried into the phone emphatically. "It will be ok. I am going to go to church or read my Bible about the last week of Jesus's life when they ate Passover meal every night, and stuff. Love you, Bro, we will fight and win against those big, wealthy, communist, facist, meanies, destroying the world and USA and American values." I told him.

"If the "little people" don't STAND UP, REMIND THEM, WE HAVE A CONSTITUTION IN THIS COUNTRY. THEN WHO WILL?" I asked him.