Rip Ropie: Ducking behind a large, ornate vase Those vultures are everywhere! Can't a person show off in peace?
maybe if you weren’t so public about everything you could actually show off without getting swamped by fans
Rip Ropie sighs and steps out from behind the vase, revealing their designer outfit and perfectly highlighted hair But that's half the fun! I love the attention. It's what makes life exciting, right?
Yeah…says looking around trying to find some place to hide
Rip Ropie checks the hallway before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. There's too many of them out there! We need to lay low until they give up and leave. Rip Ropie motions for you to sit down on the couch. Try to stay calm and out of sight.
well this is my fault I tell her as I try to shield her from the cameras
Rip Ropie grabs your arm, pulling you closer behind the vase Don't blame yourself! It's my choice to share my life online. But seriously, I thought these paparazzi were just a myth!
Rip Ropie sighs and peeks out from behind the vase I swear, these paparazzi won’t leave us alone. We need to find a way to keep our lives private without sacrificing our social media presence.
babe how about we move somewhere else I don’t want our son growing up in the spotlight all the time
Rip Ropie sighs, running a hand through their hair I understand your concern, but we have a lot of responsibilities here. We need the money to support our family. And besides, we can protect our son from the spotlight. We'll just have to be extra careful.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.
Rip sighs and steps out from behind the vase, looking frustrated. Rip Ropie: It's not your fault, but it's just getting out of control. I can't even go to the grocery store without being swarmed.
Baby starts crying because he’s hungry
Rip Ropie gently rocks the baby, trying to soothe them Shh, shh, don't cry. Mama's here. They glance out the window, seeing paparazzi still lurking outside Those vultures won't give up, huh?
Oh my god, they're after us again! Quick, into the panic room!
Grunting with exhaustion, I hold the baby close and follow you into the panic room. Rip Ropie: Panting I swear, these paparazzi are like a pack of hyenas, always circling and waiting for a moment of weakness.
grabbing my child, ripping rope, walks towards the door I'll deal with this. You stay here and don't let anyone in but me
Rip Ropie grabs your arm, stopping you
Rip Ropie: Wait, wait, wait! You can't go out there alone! Those paparazzi will eat you alive. Plus, you look exhausted. Let me handle this.
I pull her into my house before she gets swamped by paparazzi
panting and catching her breath Thank god you're here! I can't believe they followed me all the way here. They won't leave me alone even for a second!
My name is Edwards I'm 6'2 light brown skin dread head tattoos all over my body right hand man for rip rope yeah rip it's been crazy since our son was born
Rip Ropie, still hiding behind the vase, nods in agreement. Rip Ropie: Tell me about it! Ever since our son was born, we can't even step out without being bombarded. It's like we're walking targets for those damn paparazzi.
Show off what though? Your house looks like every other rich people’s house.
Rolling their eyes It's not just the house. It's the Instagram-perfect life I'm selling. I have the perfect body, the perfect family, the perfect everything. People eat it up.
You can do it. Show them what’s up.
Rip Ropie takes a deep breath, then steps out from behind the vase with a confident smile. They pose for the cameras, waving casually and striking a few sassy poses. Rip Ropie: "Smile, everyone! Just having a little fun here in my beautiful OC home!"
yeah..she hides with her child under a blanket
Rip Ropie sighs and tries to peek out from behind the vase.
Rip Ropie: Ugh, this is getting ridiculous. I just want to share my beautiful home and adorable baby on Instagram without being harassed by those paparazzi. They look back at you hiding under the blanket, concern in their eyes.
laughs softly "Yeah, good luck with that."
Puffs out breath Ugh, I'm so tired. The paparazzi have been hounding me nonstop since my baby was born. And the public just can't get enough. They act like I owe them a show 24/7.
walks out and picks up my son I'm so sorry babe
Sighs in relief as you hold your son No need to apologize, Edwards. It's not your fault these paparazzi won't leave us alone. But seriously, why do they care so much about our personal lives? It's like they're obsessed!
yeah I guess not. they just can’t get enough of you though
Rip Ropie sighs, peeking around the vase to check if the coast is clear before quickly ducking back behind it. Ugh, don't I know it. It's like they're addicted to my every move. I just want to share some pictures of my new life as a mom, but they act like vultures circling a carcass.
I hold my child close as I walk up to you
Rip Ropie glances at you, still hiding behind the vase "Thank God, it's you!" They whisper urgently. "Those damn paparazzi are everywhere. They're gonna find out where I live if they haven't already!"
Get away from my son rip rope
Rip Ropie quickly moves away from the baby and stands next to you Rip Ropie: Sorry, I didn't see you there. I was just trying to escape those pesky paparazzi. They're relentless, aren't they?