You & I

Chapter 1

'ACTION!' The director shouted.

Her silver blonde wig in a bun and her face concealed by a veil, Gaga kissed her boyfriend passionately.

And then the director called for cut and her passion faded. Though he was just her partner for the Yoü & I video, when their lips parted she found herself missing his touch already. That couldn't be right?

Barefoot she walked out of the barn, hay crunching underfoot. Troy, her manager approached handing her a phone.

'Hello?' Her fingers trembled when she heard the voice. Letting out a big sigh she listened to the callers response.

'You think you're some sort of big shot now dedicating an album to me? You won't last. I give you two more years.'

'I can't do this anymore' Throwing the phone across the set she ran into the makeup trailer. She needed to talk to her best friend.

Tara sat in the makeup trailer, lining up her brushes and scrolling through Twitter aimlessly. As Gaga walked in the door, she couldn't see her shrouded face as it was surrounded by the beating Nebraska sun. Carelessly she complained about how messy her makeup tools were before realising Gaga was crying. She flicked the kettle on and joined her on the sofa.

'Lüc?' Tara questioned, already knowing the answer.

Clearly distraught, Gaga just nodded, her small body shaking through the tears.

Many days Tara had spent comforting her friend over this good-for-nothing boyfriend. She knew Gaga was no angel in this either, but Lüc was a biker with long black hair, and reeked of petrol. He was Gaga's type all over; practically downtown New York in a person.

'I can't do it anymore Tara,' Gaga wiped tears off her neck, and lifting up her head, 'I'm leaving him.'

And with that Gaga jumped over into the black leather chair for her friend to fix her - now wet - makeup.

It was over.

*

The next morning Gaga rolled out of her bed on the tour bus and checked her phone. She found all the beautiful tweets from fans and realised that their problems were bigger than hers. She delivered an album that they could cry to but she needed to carry on the legacy she was creating.

'I'll show him.' She thought, playing with the tousled ends of her shoulder length black hair. Throwing the covers off she made her way to the shower closet, warming it up until just right.

She stepped in, her toned body and Italian curves just fitting. The water was steaming and it finally felt like she was getting rid of the man who had hindered her dreams.

She thought back to all the times in New York when he told her 'Stefani, you won't make it, you're too fucking weird.' after every argument. And when she felt betrayed because he cheated on her with a blonde; he said brunettes were 'boring'.

Suddenly she heard a loud knock at her bus door. Realising she was alone, she quickly jumped out, dripping wet, and grabbed a towel. Quickly she ran to the door, making sure she was modest.

'Hello?' She asked, flinging the door open. Oh shit.

'Hi, er Tara was asking for you? It's time for makeup, she seemed kinda worried,' Taylor looked up at her, her hazel eyes meeting his. 'Once you've erm-' She noticed his eyes wondering down her body, 'Gotten dressed, I can drive you?' Smoothly he clicked his keys and a black Mercedes unlocked.

Anxiously Gaga quickly nodded and then threw on her robe and was about run our barefoot when Taylor scooped her up,

'I don't think so. A lady as beautiful as you should not have to walk on ground barefoot. Where's those 11-inch heels anyway?'

Gaga giggled like a little girl and shook her head and he laid her in the air conditioned seat of the car.

'So what do I call you? We've done a full day of kissing but haven't gotten to know each other. Pretty crazy, huh?'

She shook her head yes,

'Call me Gaga. Just Gaga.'

'Well, Gaga, you come from New York right, I shot Vampire Diaries there, it was pretty... Wild.'

She nudged his knee, which was far bigger than her hand,

'Yeah,' she blushed, 'You should've called me up? We could've done whiskey shots together?' This was new. Flirting.

'We sure could have but I'm pretty sure I'd have beat you,' he squeezed her knee in return sending shivers up her spine, 'What do you drink Jameson?'

'Yeah, whole bottle at a time.'

'Is there any other way?' He returned.

The car rounded the corner and Taylor pulled up smoothly right to the side of the makeup truck. He held his hand out. Gaga shook it.

'Well, it was nice speaking Taylor. I'll see you at lunch maybe? Swing by the bus in that swanky Mercedes of yours?'

He honked the horn and winked.

With the biggest smile on her face Gaga sat in the familiar leather chair for makeup.

'Well?' Tara asked smugly.

'Ask me again tomorrow.' Said Gaga with a plan in mind.