AN: Woo first story. Anyways, this may be a little crappy, as I've only had a little experience with this stuff oh well.

Anyways, this will be many little scenes showing what other characters are doing at certain points in the story. This first one will be focusing on Christmas Eve and Brian while Princeton checks out his apartment and sings "Purpose." Enjoy, and review!

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Avenue Q or its creators Bobby Lopez and Jeff Marx.

Brian leisurely strolled onto the avenue; his search for a job was less than pleasant. Due to his small resume and lack of references, he was going to have to settle for something small, with (hopefully) minimum wage.

Ka-chunk.

Brian stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the door to his building unlock. He eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat as he turned and began to speed-walk away.

'Please be Kate Monster, please be Kate Monster.' Brian prayed as he attempted to make it around the right building.

"Blian!" The all too familiar voice of his fiancée rang out on the avenue as he turned and began to walk back to his building. His head hung low and his arms were firmly pressed against his sides, like a man being led to the electric chair.

"Uh, hey Christmas Eve," He greeted softly as he kissed her cheek. "Any new clients?"

"No, just homicidal old man who had visions of wife being dead on floor. I only talk to him for hour, but I never going to do it again." She heaved a sigh as she shook her head slightly. "But, back to business, you find job?"

Those three words stung him as he winced. He gathered his courage before answering.

"Well, I went out and showed my resume to a McDonalds, Wal-Mart, and K-Mart," He started, taking a deep breath before finishing digging his grave. "But they all said they needed someone with more experience."

He shut his eyes, balled his fists, and braced himself for the upcoming impact.

"What!" Christmas practically screamed. "You cannot get job at places that sell things made from Mexican, Chinese, or Thai people!"

Brian clenched his teeth as he felt Christmas' hand collide with his arm.

"レイジー、脂肪質のろば、アメリカン！" Christmas Eve swore as she headed into the building with a slam of the door.

"Hm," Brian thought aloud. "That went well.

There ya' have it. Check for updates soon!