The Wicomico Youth and Civic Center (also known as Normandy Arena) is a multipurpose arena located in Salisbury, Maryland, USA. It contains 28,000 square feet (2,600 m2) of space and can seat 2,500 for banquets, 1,600 for theater concerts and stage shows, 6,100 for end-stage concerts, 6,747 for center-stage concerts, boxing and wrestling, 4,157 for ice events, and 5,130 for basketball. It features a 42-foot (13 m)-high ceiling.
Attached to the arena are three meeting rooms totaling 18,960 square feet (1,761 m2) of space. The largest, the Midway can accommodate 1,000 as a theater and has a 24-foot (7 m)-by-50-foot stage.
In addition to the above events, the Civic Center can also accommodate conventions and trade shows.
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