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This wasn't the event of the century, or even the event of the month. It was more like the event of the week. The stadium was only a quarter full by the time Margo took her seat, but people were still coming in the doors. They were probably going to be looking at a half full stadium (approximately 30,000 people). But to the many new trainers, these numbers would prove to be quite nerve wreaking. 

Indigo was being held in a large waiting room, with hundreds of other trainers. Some looked just as nervous as he did. Others had a polished air of confidence surrounding them. And as the judge had explained to them an hour ago, only the top sixty four trainers would make it passed the first appeals. Then there would be the group appeals, where four trainers at a time would make appeals one after another, and only the crowd favorite would move forward to the one on one coordinator battles. 

[b]"Indigo Rose!"[/b] The proctor shouted for the third time in a row. [b]"Mr. Indigo Rose, you're on deck in five minutes! You need to report to the stage side! Mr. Indigo Rose!"[/b] The man then grumbled to himself, obviously unhappy with his job.