The Early Years- Backstage tv show

by Headgleerio

What if it was 1940 and Keaton was a café?

1940s at Keaton Café

You may think Keaton was always a school, no it was first a café. There he was, Jax Gardener, the proud owner of Keaton Café. He was just pacing around looking at all his happy customers that were either enjoying a meal or taking shots at the bar. Jax made his way up to the bar where a girl with a long, tight, red dress was, "Scarlett Dunn, fancy seeing you here." Scarlett shook her head, "I just needed a drink, you up for a little romance?" Scarlett asked the boy with the white tuxedo and neatly brushed hair. Jax chuckled, "I'd rather not mix work and pleasure." Scarlett smirked at him and said, "What about just pleasure?" Jax shook his head, "I already had my share of the starlet." Scarlett winked at him as he took a shot and slid it down the bar table and stopped by Bianca Blackwell. The black haired girl with a blue dress drank the shot of whiskey and raised her hand, "I'll take another, sir." A bartender with a black suit and slicked back brown hair came over. "Right away. So Blackwell, what brings you here?" Bianca smiled, "I promise I'm just here for a drink, no funny business. Just hurry up with my drink, Miles." Miles stared the girl down and shook his head, "You keep Durany away from the café, or else." Bianca snarled at the boys comment as he gave her the shot and went up to the next person. Up on the stage was Jax as he was introducing Alya Kendrick to go perform at the café, "Let's hear it for Alya Kendrick!" Alya came rushing onto the stage, "Thank you Keaton! Let's hear it for this amazing café!" The audience clapped and Alya jumped right into her scat solo. Once Alya finished she rushed off stage and the audience went wild. "Kendrick," Miles muttered to himself. Alya was on her way to the bar and a man approached her, "Baby, we could hit it off." He slurred. "Get your paws off of me!" Alya screeched. Miles looked over to see that the man was still on her, quickly he went over to her and hit the mans head down on the bar table. "Thank you," said Alya, "Who must you be?" Miles smirked, "Lennox, Miles Lennox."