ST: TNG 3-sentence fic

[archersangel]

"Sweet Caroline!" Q warbled louder than necessary, not realizing that microphone he held would amplify his voice.

The Traveler had promised to show Wesley things he could not imagine. Not in a million years did Wesley think this would be one.

"Come on, everybody!" Q encouraged the audience to sing along, but was ignored. Wesley closed his eyes & pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting a growing headache.