Hot, Cool, Lively, Colourful

Who is the best of them all?

"People, people! We're on in five minutes, calm down and get in line!"
The four models stopped their bickering to stare at the stage manager. "In what order do we get in line? Who first?"
"Come on, people, we've rehearsed this - do as the director said. Please."
"I'm coolest, I need to be the lead," Winter stated.
"I'm hottest, it has to be me," retorted Summer.
"Look, it's all about colour and I'm the most colourful," Autumn argued.
"It isn't. It's all about growth and life and I'm the most lively," Spring said.
The stage manager groaned. "I thought you'd have straightened this out during technical rehearsal. Look, the countdown is starting. Just get on STAGE!"
In frustration, the stage manager simply pushed randomly - and the four models held hands to keep from falling.
Higgledy-piggledy, they tumbled out on to the stage together, still clasping hands.
They blinked in the spotlight and stood a bit straighter.
The music started up.
Each strutted their stuff - skillfully using the space available since they'd rehearsed individually and now were on together.
They heard something.
The audience was clapping in time to the music.
The impromptu synchronisation of their ramp walks looked like a choreographed dance, and the people liked it.
They got bolder. Spring reached out to Summer, Winter reached out to Autumn. One pair tap danced, the other jived to the same tune.
More applause.
The music stopped. The four straightened up and took a bow.
They got a standing ovation.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter - we need them all and they need each other and that was what the performance showed so eloquently.