Having set your sights on the violinist, the only choice that remains is which blade to use. The one in your left sleeve has served you faithfully through thousands of executions. You call it "the Widow Maker". The one on the right you primarily use for female targets, its nickname is "The Widower Makerer."
Whipping out the left blade, you pounce through the air. You land knife-first on top of the violinist, neatly severing his carotid artery. He falls to the ground in a lifeless heap. Time seems to slow down as everyone in the room turns towards you. You have a rule of thumb for these situations: first one to scream gets slaughtered. The band stops playing, the film continues playing silently.
Everything seems to happen at once. Hordes of screaming audience members crowd the door as they try to rush out the room. Several musicians join them. Movement behind you makes you whirl around: a trombone player is about to smack you in the face with his lengthy instrument.