Sweet Caroli... boom

Mark got up on stage and grabbed the microphone with a bit of confidence. But he already feels extremely dizzy.

Oh the power of beer, but it can't be just that, it is much stronger than the normal feeling of being drunk. He tries to understand what happens, trying to remember if he didn't eat before - but this he did - what is it?

But, the truth is, just less than an hour ago, this would have a daunting prospect for Mark. The rest of the college kids in the crowd were egging him on, he could barely see them properly from up on stage.

Stumbling around, he got ready to sing as the song Sweet Caroline came on.

Mark read the words on the screen, beginning to sing.

“Where it began... I can’t begin to knowing... but then I know it’s growing strong!”

He was completely off beat, some what out of time and beat but Mark sung it with passion and boy did everyone love that.

As he approached the chorus, he got louder, screaming the words out. His friends and the entire crowd sung along with him.

Without stopping singing, a quick flash came to him, in which he saw Mary sneak something into his drink, which he only realized very quickly that it didn't even reach his awareness. At the time he thought he saw it wrong, but now it makes perfect sense Mary **** him!

“Hands! Touching hands! Reaching out... touching me, touching youuuuu! SWEET CAROLI...”. Boom! It was the sound he made as he fell like a rock to the ground, amplified by the fall of the microphone. Everything went black. Mark was out cold.