Exiles in Elseworlds

It's got a nice name on the door: Hurtig and Seamon’s New Burlesque Theatre, but no one calls it that. They used to record a show here, so it needed another name, and because colored people and what would become mutants and Irish and...well, everyone...They needed another name, one that wouldn't tip off the Bulls. Plain clothes always roughed up a classy joint before busting it.

Nowdays, everyone calls it after the radio show, "The Apollo." It's still famed for it's amateur night and has another amazing distinction. Everyone - and I mean everyone can still meet here without a fuss. You don't bust things up at the Apollo or all three sides - Summer, Lensherr, and even now days The Cops, will make a special point to give you a new set of overshoes. Still, one problem 30 years ago is why there's now tables and a dance floor instead of the theater seats like there are in other worlds. Less said about that moment in time the better.

Some woman who isn't Billie Holiday, but desperately wants to be, is singing into the mike while the nephew of the current manager flits table to table in a white tux taking drink and food orders.