"Alright. Can I see your contest pass?" one of the women at the desk asked, as Daniel handed over his form.
The coordinator dug around in his pocket, producing a small plastic card. "Yeah. Here it is," he answered, handing it over. The woman ran it through the scanner, before giving it back to him.
"Perfect. Now, would you like to request any props or special lighting, for the appeal round?" she asked, "Or are there any adjustments you need?"
Daniel glanced down at his virtually useless legs. "I'll need a ramp to get onto the stage, but that'll be it, thank you," he said cordially, "Now, are we done?"
"Yes, all done," the woman answered, "We look forward to seeing you in the contest, Daniel!"
"Thank you," the coordinator answered, putting his things away, as Kemen reversed him, just in time to see a rather clueless hopeful ask about signing up from another desk. Daniel thought nothing of it, though; he'd been the same at his first contest, not knowing much about how things worked off-stage.