The party was raging around me, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. My friend had told me I could be close, so close to catching the attention of one of the celebrities at the party. I'd be the talk of the town if I befriended one of them, or impressed one. But how could I do such a thing?
I saw dancers having fun just dancing. 
"No matter", I thought. "I'll just sit here and enjoy the show." So there I sat, watching people perform their tricks and antics, trying to get noticed. One part of me felt like they were trying too hard. They weren't really invested in it. They'd do one thing, and when it failed, tried another, but none of them seemed to have put their heart into it.
But then I saw a few people near the back. They were also showing people things, like albums of art, music, and photos. I was confused, because although none of them seemed to be trying to attract attention, people kept laughing and smiling during their conversations. I felt like something powerful was occurring in their little circle. People kept gathering around, interested.
That small gathering was nothing like the popular celebrities who had arrived and instantly formed a crowd, nor was it anything like the desperate looking people stuttering on the stage nearby, trying their hardest to get noticed. I couldn't help but feel that the people in this circle were just talking honestly and having a good time sharing things that they cared about.
I realized that I cared about a lot of things too. I had spent my entire life in my head, thinking about ideas and concepts, and experiencing events and people, and I realized I had something to say. I didn't want to say it just to get noticed or because I was trying to win friends. I just had this feeling of honest interest in what I was saying. So I went over there, and said hello.
"Um, hello! I couldn't help but notice your joy and merriment over here. May I have a seat?"
One of them nodded, and pulled up a chair for me. I sat down happily, and began to listen."...and that's why video games could save your life!" 
Just then, there was a CRASH, and a cloud of dust rose into the air. I heard drunken singing, and lo and behold, there was 
(credit goes to 
"You son of a !§$!§&," came a voice from near 
He was looking at me. I suddenly felt put on the spot. "We need you as well." Was he really looking at me? I stood up nervously, and walked towards him. He nodded, so I continued, growing fearful. Didn't he just say the word "ritual"? Ceremony? What was going on?
I shrugged and followed, not quite knowing what I was getting up to.
I walked through a corridor, and what I saw absolutely startled me. A grand chamber, filled with candles and magnificent walls. Upon the walls were etched strange symbols and characters. Images of dogs (much ancient, so prestige), engravings of symbols, all of which reminded me of all the symbols of currency. In the center stood a large idol. A $. It was huge, and made of wood, plated with gold. It looked cheaply made, but impressive all the same. I couldn't comprehend the meaning of it.
Masked cultists circled it, chanting dark chants. I thought I could recognize
"It begins now. The new age." Where the dollar statue had been, was only a pile of ash and soot. The cultists chanted louder, and with more enthusiasm.
I watched. I witnessed.
In its place, a strange glowing shape began to push out of the ash mound. It looked composed of transistors, chips and glowing pieces. An alien monument, perhaps? No, it was beginning to steam. I knew then what it was.
I gasped as it rose fully from the mount. The almighty steem had risen. It all made sense to me suddenly.
I nodded slowly, nervously. I didn't know what to say. "I'm part of this, aren't I?"
"You are. You are a person who contributed to something amazing. Something that will change the future of our world."She was right. I smiled slowly, understanding what this meant. "Anyways, the ritual is complete, so you can go now. You've witnessed it, and seen how it is. Now go create some fantastic content."
I smiled, and went off on my way. I was going to show the world something amazing. I was going to show them my creativity.
To be continued...
Written by 
We might need some new character for Episode III. Any suggestions? Feel free to tell us who should take part in the next Episode of the Great Steemit Party
The great Steemit Party - a fictional Story Part 1