The clipboard creaked. But Don Diablos was determined to throw no more than two teenagers across the room today
and that quota had already been met. Brows scrunched down, the man's massive hands flipped through the papers on the clipboard, pulling out a set of application forms. One for lighting
assistant, one for sound
assistant. "FILL THIS OUT!"
There were, in fact, plenty of people in the crowded auditorium applying for backstage jobs. They just preferred to stay out of reaching distance of the giant,
angry luchador, and went to other people with clipboards instead. Looking more closely, Issa would find various other people sitting around, filling out application forms as well.