(We find ourselves in the oval office where the president has called up both the Backstreet Boys and *N Sync)
President: Now gentlemen, you may be wondering why I called you here today...gentlemen...gentlemen!! (he realizes that no one is listening to him.)
(Justin is reading, "How to Perfect Your Ebonics," Chris is cutting up the curtains to use as a shirt for his clothing line, Brian is reading the bible, Lance and Howie are both looking at the latest edition of Vouge, Nick and Joey are both fighting for the last Twinkie, AJ was getting yet another tatoo, JC was sniffing crack, and Kevin was brushing his cattapillars-I mean eyebrows)
President: (looks around desperately and pushes a button. The sound of screaming girls fills the room)
Lance & Howie: (looking up from their magazine) Where?
(all the boys look around)
President: Well, now that I have your attention. Boys, hip-hop, rap, and rock are beggining to take over the music scene again.
Kevin: We are well aware of that, sir. Those people have pushed us back the countdown.
JC: (looking smug) We haven't been affected at all.
Nick: Oh, I'll wipe that smug look off your face! (lunges at JC)
(Suddenly Jerry Springer and his audience that is constantly chanting, pop up. Out of no where two Jerry Springer security gaurds come and pull Nick and JC apart)
President: Now boys. I need five out of the ten of you to become a new boyband. This boyband will be the most superior pop group in the world. Eventually bringing pop back to stay. Now I am going to leave it to you guys to do this, and pick the right guys. (leaves room, locking the door behind him)
(Nsync and BSB glare at each other)
Joey: I win!
AJ: What the hell are you talking about?
Joey: Weren't we having a staring contest? (a chorus of dumbass filters through the room)
Kevin: Okay. Well I think we should get down to buisness. What's the one thing that every boyband has?
Nick: The stupid, gay, unpopular one! (all heads quickly turn to Lance and Howie, who have averted their attention back to the Vouge magazine)
Howie:(looks up and glances around) What?
JC: I think Lance should stay!
Brian: No, Howie!
Justin: Let's have 'em fight, yo!
Howie:(making his hand go limp) But I hate fighting! (winks)
Chris: Just do it! (all the guys form a circle around the squirming Lance and Howie)
Lance: Urm- (is cut off by Howie slapping him in the face) Why you little bitch!
Howie: Bring it on! (the two begin what most would call a "chick fight")
::10 Minutes Later::
Howie:(shouting from outside of the room, through the door) C'mon you guys! (winks) I won the fight!
JC: Yeah, but the gay ones usually lose the fights. And well, Lance lost.
Lance:(grins) Sorry, Howie!
Howie:(walking away) No one loves Howie D. (winks)
::Inside of the Room::
Kevin: Now the sleepy perfectionist should come.
JC: Okay, I'll stay.
Kevin: No, I meant me.
Justin: I think JC should stay.
Nick: Yeah, me too.
Kevin:(gives Nick the infamous "Kevin Brow" glare) Quiet you!
Nick:(runs away and cowers in a corner)
Lance: Well, whoever is left will be narrowed down with Brian.
~*WHO WILL BE NARROWED DOWN WITH BRIAN?*~
~*WHAT WILL HOWIE DO NOW THAT HE'S NOT IN BACKSTREET?*~
~*WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TWINKIE THAT NICK AND JOEY WERE FIGHTING OVER?*~
FIND OUT ALL THAT AND MORE, ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF...*N STREET!