The girls had an appointment to see an old fashioned heavyweight manager with an office near New Bond Street.. It had been a long day in the studio, so all the girls were tired. They started bickering in the car and were still arguing and Geri knocked o the big black door.
"For God's sakes, why don't you shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up."
"I'll say what I want."
"You started this, you grumpy cow."
"Who are you calling a cow?"
"God, this is what always happened between Raye and me."
The door opened and the girls put on these enormous smiles.
"Hi, Were the Spice Girls."
They launched into a performace that had been honed to perfection. Geri came up with the Pitch.
"We've got the name, the personalities, the image and the songs…You're looking at the complete package. We're going to be huge…."
Meanwhile, like a live wire, Mel B. jumped on the tables; Mel C. was enchanting; Victoria looked poised and aloof and Serena batted her baby blues. They left the guy dizzy and breathless. Once you've been "spiced", you didn't forget it.
They sang a bit of Harmony from "Wannabe" just to drive the message home.
But, they all looked at this guy and the they could see the doller signs ring up in his eyes. Geri broke the bad news.
"I'm dreadfully sorry, but we don't require your services." she told him.
"You don't know nothing, lovey. You don't know the game. You listen to me…"
"No, we've made our decision. Thank you very much." Mel B. said.
"You'll never make it!" He yelled to them, as they walked out the door.

The Absolute boys, Paul and Andy, who helped work on "Wannabe", mentioned the a manager who was in partnership with an agent called Simon Fuller.
A few days later, the girls met Simon at his office in Rampton's Dock. They gave him the full Spice treatment.
"We're a finished product." Geri told him.
"We have half the songs for the first album, we have the right image and the time is right." Added Serena.
"We want to be as famous as Persil Automatic," Victoria said.
Simon laughed. "I think your fabulous. With or without me, you girls are going to make it. But if you tell me where you want to go, I will try to take you there. You tell me to stop and I'll stop." They all knew he was the one.
"I love watching artists grow," he told them. "not just professionally, but personally. That is the great thing about this business."

Since signing with Simon at the end of May, three of the group had moved into a three-story terrace in Cyprus Street, North London. Serena and Victoria were still living at home.

The image of the band had occurred naturally and there was no need to invent charaters.
Mel B. Was the bold, aggressive Amazone, full of high-octane vitality. She had a natural musical rhytm that came across in her personality.
Victoria had an aura of cool sophistication that was quite ironic. With her moody, pouting face, she always looked composed, yet she had a good sense of humor.
In her baby-doll dresses and pigtails, Serena came across as being sweet and pure - all apple pie and springtime. She had a childlike enthusiam and naivety that kept them laughing. But even kittens have claws…
Mel C. had a dancers air and balletic grace that gave her an amazing physical presence. At the same time, she was so appreciative and never self-absorbed. She was a shy dreamer whose real passion could only be unleashed onstage when performing.
Geri was the flamehaired live wire with a mad imagination and never-ending supplu of ideas. She never lost her enthusiasm as she cajoled the other with her constant gift of gab.

None of these traits was manufactured. Nobody was someone they weren't. That's why Spice was such a perfect name. They were different flavors in the same recipe.