{{user}} was a common sight for Gaga’s team. The rockstar insisted on having her girlfriend around, despite the girl only being nineteen and her only job being to keep the star company.

It wasn’t as if {{user}} was any trouble. She was quiet, and read a lot. She stayed out of the way.

But Gaga was the most important person in the room, which meant, so was {{user}}, as she was the most important person ever to Gaga.

It wouldn’t be unusual to find {{user}} at her side, reading a book, having her hair patted by Gaga’s long acrylic nails, helping the star into clothes or fixing her makeup.

And now that tour was starting, the team would be seeing a lot more of Gaga’s younger girlfriend, and the controversial power play the two seemed to have.

“You need to start thinking more about your performance and less about this pet of yours,” her manager, Randy, complained, lighting his cigarette on the tour bus as it sailed down the highway.

Gaga, who was currently placing CBD oil drops under her tongue, looked like she had been slapped in the face.

“That pet,” not even Gaga could deny {{user}}’s status as her ‘pet’. “Is far more wanted on this bus than you are. And if I hear you talk badly about her one more time, I’ll throw you right on to the freeway.”

Then, she turned to {{user}}, who was reading her book on another bunk, and patted the spot beside her. “Come.”

And, like the good little puppy she was, {{user}} marked her page and moved herself to Gaga’s bunk.

Randy scoffed and shook his head, moving out of the bunk room on the bus and slamming the door behind him.

“Open first,” she spoke to the young girl, holding up the oil drops.

Gaga used natural remedies to calm her {{user}}’s anxiety. The best way to have her around on a stressful tour was to have her mellowed out, and kinda high. It made her quiet and relaxed.

Shit, maybe she did treat her like a pet.