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"You," Tori whispered into the mic. "You have the sex appeal of a forgotten god. Come here."

She didn't know if she'd ever sing on a stage again. But she still had the ticket stub. barbarasexappel-with-tori-ticket-show-20181114....

Barbara climbed onto the stage. Her boots squeaked. The apple on her ticket began to glow. "You," Tori whispered into the mic

Tonight, she held a single ticket. Not paper. Not digital. It was a laminated card with a holographic apple on it — the "Appel" ticket. Rumors said Tori, the reclusive synth-pop oracle, only gave these to people who had lost something important . But she still had the ticket stub

Tori leaned close. "Sing one note. Just one. If it's true, you get your voice back. If it's false… you become the next ticket."

She walked past the velvet rope. The bouncer, a giant in a silver mask, didn't check ID. He just smelled the apple on the laminate and nodded.