This three referred to were me, Tai, and Duke.
The electing, a process we first had to conceive an approach for. There were thirty poems, twelve short stories, nine streams of consci...? A lot.
We had to simply select one? That's any artist's worst nightmare.
Yet a job is a job. Perhaps that story which redefined love to me? How about that one poem shaped in the style of a frog?
It's far too difficult for us three. Duke recommends we pull a name from a hat; Tai suggests finding someone else to help. Myself, I sit head in hands.