While Clinton and I are standing there in between takes, the guy next to us strikes up a conversation.  I say, "strikes up a conversation," but that implies a two-way street.  So, I guess he strikes up a monologue, in which he tells us that during the winter months he goes to Florida and works as a VIP tour guide at DisneyWorld.  He tells us all kinds of odd facts about DisneyWorld, and how it's 10 times the size of Manhattan, blah, blah, blah.  What he forgot was that we didn't ask.

Around 12:30, we break for lunch, which was a box with a sandwich, chips, apple, and cookie inside.  It was actually pretty good.  But anything's good after standing out in the sun for hours pretending to enjoy Clay Aiken.  It was during lunch that I called Jamie at work and told her that Clay wanted to say hello.  I then handed the phone to Clinton, who did a Clay impersonation and talked with her for awhile.  When he handed the phone back to me, I could tell from her voice that she didn't doubt for a second that it was really Clay.  I couldn't bring myself to telling her.  I figured that as the day wore on, it would dawn on her.  It didn't.  She was not excited when I broke the news that night.

We were not summoned again until at least 3:30.  In the meantime, we sought some shade and ended up sitting next to Switchblade Kittens, among others.  By this time, I had informed Clinton of the earlier conversation that I had overheard.  The girl explained that she had toured all over the world with her band, that she had her own fan club, and yet today she was doing extra work.  She also mentioned that she hated her day job, being a janitor.  At that point, without skipping a beat, Clinton chimed in with "my dad's a janitor."  The Kittens looked at each other with this amazed, I-can't-believe-it look and immediately swarmed us with their excitement about how they had a song called "My Dad's a Janitor."  She "proved" it to us (though we showed no sign of disbelief) by giving us a copy of her CD.  Wow.

By 7:00 pm, we were done, and I'll be getting a check in the mail.  Worth it?  Yeah, I'd say so, but I wouldn't want to be one of the many people there who are professional extras.