Yes, it was the sound of English. Sure, Jackson was fluent, but there was still a thrill in hearing it. The voice was not speaking actually...it was singing. There was an instrument too, probably a guitar, definitely a guitar. He listened to the words.

I'm so cold, would you lend me your jacket

But my heart has already frozen over

I am like the snow, but the ground is frozen

To begin with

     Needless to say, the song was depressing. However, it was depressingly beautiful. It was one that drew you in and existed around you. So, no, Mark didn't listen to the song. He was inside the world it created.. Isn't that such more pleasant a way to describe eavesdropping? Enthralled, he dared move closer to the sound. There she was. It was, in fact, a guitar that she was playing. Then, he realized, I know this girl.

     Porcelain. Yes, it was Porcelain. Her name wasn't actually porcelain, it was a nickname, which, looking back, was probably a tool for bullying. The girl with a pale face who looked like a china doll, just awaiting to break. He got a good view of her profile and he couldn't deny it, she definitely appeared fragile. 

     She had to have a name. She had to. Most people do, of course, but what was it? Mark suddenly regretted his tendency to never pay attention to others. Something like Ji Hyo? Wait no, that was Running Man. It was a name that distinctively sounded off, sounded American. Ah