The party must exist, you realize this in your soul, and you must help it keep existing. You come up to the other people working in the back and ask what you could do to help. Soon, you're put to work doing some of the tasks that are required for any party to exist, be it moving furniture, corralling the fae, or rewiring the cables. You also realize, over time, and in a strange way, there is something powerful to working backstage at an event. Weirdly, you are in control of these people. Not in a malicious way, just that your work creates their experience. That is a form of domination, is it not? Strange you've never thought of it that way before. And so, the eternal party keeps turning, and you become one of the mechanics that makes it so.