Brontë Tierney, a nineteen year old from Scotland wrote a song about Hit Girl, filmed herself playing it, uploaded it to YouTube and sent a link to Mark Millar.
Back in October 2012, I received a message from Mark Millar saying that he had just had dinner with Jeff Wadlow, who promised Mark to put me in his superhero brawl. I screamed the house down for about 15 minutes and quickly packed a bag. The next day I got on a plane to London and headed for Pinewood Studios, to be in my favourite film. Oh. My. God.
I was given a chair leg as a weapon and guarded it like a child. It was my ballisong, my green baton. During a short fifteen minute break, I sat on the Motherfucker’s floor and just took in where I was. To my right, I could see a half naked Aaron Johnson, getting sweat wiped off of him with napkins by two female runners. Infact, he constantly had his very pleasing six pack out, which was a beautiful eyeful. To the right of Aaron, I could see Chloë Moretz, tapping her thumbs on her phone, dawning some ugg boots and a nude wig skull cap. But then the door opened behind me and I heard a fellow scottish accent. Mark Millar came sauntering onto set with his wife Lucy and his very adorable baby daughter. I was immediately greeted with “Hi Brontë! How’s it going?”
They were both fascinated that Mark Millar had gotten me into the film and Chloë told me that my accent was a lot easier to understand than Mark’s Glaswegian one. When I spelled my name out to her, Teri was saying how it fascinating and had an umlaut like Chloë’s. We talked about how she’d read the comic to the latest X factor scandal that weekend. Her down to earth attitude definitely made me stop trembling. The most surreal thing Chloë told me was that she had remembered that I wrote a song about Hit-Girl on YouTube. So THE Hit-Girl has seen MY Hit-Girl song. What. The. Hell.
I had to make sure I was at a specific spot for when Chloë said a specific line. So it was all about timing my walk, not too slow that I get bumped from behind, not too fast that I’m in my position two lines before. I could hear other extras slightly whinging about doing it over and over again, but I didn’t want it to end! I had no idea what they were fussing about, it’s not everyday you’re in a Hollywood film. I decided to approach Miss Moretz again after she had finished dancing and singing to Gangam Style up and down the corridor, with the Mindy “backpack” instead on her front. She also danced what looked like some sort of Tango with Clarke Duke, I had no idea what that was about.
The 4th issue of Hit-girl actually had came out that day but I had no idea where to buy a comic in London. Again, Chloë was just extremely casual about it, directing me to a Forbidden Planet in Covent Garden. So basically, Hit-Girl had just told me where to buy Hit-Girl.