Sweet Caroline

Mark got up on stage and grabbed the microphone with a bit of confidence.

Oh the power of beer. 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.

“Hands! Touching hands! Reaching out... touching me, touching youuuuu! SWEET CAROLINE!”

“BA! BA! BA!” the crowd sung.

He had them all up on their feet.

By the end of the song, he was still stumbling around while they all gave him a standing round of applause. They just loved the amount of enthusiasm that Mark put it.

Mark raised his arms up, dropping the microphone to the ground of the stage causing more rounds of laughter.

As he was clapped off, Mark began stumbling more as he exited the stage. The **** had hit him hard and so did the fall he was about to take. Mark tripped on the side of stage as he fell forward, bumping his head against the ground.

Everything went black. Mark was out cold.