ST: TNG 3-sentence fic
"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.
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