Ode to a callsheet
Imagine this...it is your first day ever on set, you arrive looking like a deer in headlights, no idea what to expect, where to go, who is friend who is foe, but you trudge on. Luckily you find the locations signs that are supposed to lead you to the hair and makeup stations in background holding...you are led down the hall to the right, then to the left, then up 3 flights of stairs (cause when is there ever elevators in bg holding, but I digress) You finally get all your stu